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all the hatred in this town |
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teams up and re-enters the scene |
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it shakes and shivers what is left |
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right out of him |
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"oh these scavengers", he thinks |
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"here they come again to feast |
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on the dead and the weak, the young and the old. |
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burning souls and serving bodies cold." |
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"i'm daring brighter days |
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to show me different ways |
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than the ones bringing me here |
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with my lungs in the stratosphere." |
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their conversations become insults and the other way around, |
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their silence creates topics with deeper meaning yet to be found |
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switching hatred for reflection and simplicity for taste, |
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routine for affection and content for waste. |
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death everywhere |
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death everywhere |
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six feet under or overground |
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death all around |