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"Mercy..." |
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Is the word we tore from the |
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Book of Languages. "Mercy..." |
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One possible display of necessary changes. |
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Too bad we couldn't speak |
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About our right to be weak |
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Back when we had the right. |
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We had the right. |
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Revolutions, do your thing. |
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Is the Great |
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Matter-of- |
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Fact still being true for you? |
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Revolutions won't defend us |
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From a life of love and a country madness |
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Native to the country |
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I'm thinking of. |
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Your love of shit knows no bounds! |
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Trust me this spells |
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The premature end of us! |
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Seize the sun. |
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I assume we are done with it. |
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This natural living will do you in... |
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The Nature of |
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Giving means |
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I won't owe you anything, |
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And you won't owe me anything. |
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You won't owe me anything. "Mercy..." |
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Is the word we tore from the |
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Book of Languages. |
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Too bad it went unspoken; |
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Our beloved right to be broken... |
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Back when we had the right. |
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We had the right. |
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We had the right systems. |
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We had the right |