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The cross pulled from his chest |
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Raises a welt |
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leaden in every limb |
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Sleep can watch for seizures |
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The legless man had directed him to a window |
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Window like blind eyes probed the mud |
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The minutes that were left |
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Ran across his throat stuffed with cotton |
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And his mouth could hear the distant splashes |
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A fever and his hand is worse |
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In the silent film days |
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He must remain an enigma |
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They climbed three flights of stairs to the night |
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Like a hundred pieces of glass |
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There were numerous outstretched hands |
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throwing shadows |
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A pair of shadows |
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Holding the three cornered hat of a cardinal |
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We move on to snake venoms |
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Oh Christ would spit on you |
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And that's who you remind me of |
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Beneath a musty green |
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The wound appears to be dying |