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Persist my crime |
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No antidote, hollowed mind |
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Persist the time |
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My foundation is down, a hole in the ground |
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Lonely at last, feeble |
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I stand Can |
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I purify my soul, to begin where |
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I was? No answers are given, so |
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I reach for my dagger |
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Inferior as me, |
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I go down with the truth |
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In the eclipse of the moon, |
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I say goodbye |
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A razor sharpened dagger, fills my hand |
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Persist my crime |
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No antidote, hollowed mind |
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Persist the time |
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My foundation is down, a hole in the ground |
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I posses a knife, a really nice dagger |
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Stacked in my heart, in the shades of the moon |
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Leaving this world, |
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I see a star |
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Is this the gate of heaven - or is it the gate of hell... |
