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The streets are just blankets and we sleep on their silky corpse |
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Covered up by them, why would we ever want to wake up? |
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Oh, no |
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Well, of course, of course, of course, of course |
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Of course we just do not know |
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What in hell are we here for? |
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We just do not know |
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Lord lay down, Lord lay down, Lord lay down your own damn soul |
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Lord lay down, Lord lay down, Lord lay down your own damn soul |
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Lord lay down, Lord lay down, Lord lay down your own damn soul |
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The end is like cotton that we wear wherever we go |
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Covered up by this, why would we ever want to try on your clothes? |
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Well of course, of course, of course, of course |
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Of course we just do not know |
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Well, Lord lay down, Lord lay down, Lord lay down |
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(Let down your guard) |
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Lord lay down, Lord lay down, Lord lay down your own damn soul |
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Lord lay down, Lord lay down, Lord lay down your only son |
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Of course we know |
