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Pack in tight and breath in more |
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We have reached the solid core |
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Well beyond the gore |
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All aglow and reaching for |
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The chalice that I pissed into |
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Cover up your sores |
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And turn in your rewards |
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And find out where your ride went |
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If I can't leave |
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Tight Up high across the cold lips |
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You're all routed on the same trip |
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I get paid to wreck the good ship |
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How could I name? |
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How could I name you all? |
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You got passed through all the filters |
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You get it put down on the same lists |
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I get paid to wreck the good ships |
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How could I name? |
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How could I name you all? |
