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Snowing Russian obelisks |
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Horses wild in the meadows |
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Just try and tame the wolves and bears |
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Walk alone, you fickle fool |
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It thought you loved me |
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Only goes to show |
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Weakness makes me sick |
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But I love it |
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Regal rooms in the creamy plat |
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Crusty, busting holes agape |
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Animals, yeah |
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Sense some teeth |
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Walking to touch you skin |
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With the love of necessary death |
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Thankful for your soul |
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Seething and fog like |
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Like in the dust |
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Loud music and the black night |
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Stars in the frozen hanging wall |
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Just like the floor, only harder to feel |
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But now, in the ghostly marble |
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Flecked in color streams |
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Grand in the scale untold |
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Where? Why? |
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Who? When? |
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Call and the shadows sway |
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Beckon you to the times |
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But going in the wistful move |
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In plaintive wiry steps |
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Back and forth so sly |
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Sleuth on tricks |
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For the tormented toys |