| And all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death
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| Out, out, brief candle!
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| Life’s but a walking shadow,
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| A poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard
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| no more
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| It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing
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| Stare into my Kodak Rome
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| Jackhammer ice eyes
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| I never thought you’d see the asphalt
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| Crack, crack, crack like a black eggshell
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| Don’t ever say I never warned you from the start
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| Don’t ever say I never warned you from the start
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| You’re not a shovel and I’m not your dirt
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| Is there any way to unswallow my pride
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| Can I fuck myself down?
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| Why die, when you can kill the father?
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| Dad is missing an 'e'
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| No Macbeth confessed Oedipus no longer present tense
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| No Macbeth confessed Oedipus no longer present tense
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| No, no, no, no, no reason
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| No, no, no, no, no reason
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| No, no, no, no
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| No reason
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| High and overneath
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| High and overneath
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| I won’t regret letting you live even if you forgot what you never saved me from
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| So I say whatever or for never
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| For, for, for, for, fallen for never
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| For, for, for, for, fallen for never
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| For, for, for, for, fallen for never
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| Whatever
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| The Rape of Persephone was choreographed by all the wrong Greeks
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| The Rape of Persephone was a marketing scheme
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| Rape rape rape per so phony
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| Rape rape rape per so phony
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| Rape rape rape per so phony
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| Rape rape rape per so phony
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| High and overneath
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| High and overneath
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| Overneath, overneath, overblown, unbeloved
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| Cannot be low
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| From the top of my lungs to the bottom of my heart I scream
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| at the chasm in between and the path of misery
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| Overneath, overneath, overblown, unbeloved
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| Cannot be low
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| From the top of my lungs to the bottom of my heart I scream
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| at the chasm in between and the path of misery
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| High and overneath
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| High and overneath
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| No, no, no, no, no reason
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| No, no, no, no, no reason
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| No, no, no, no
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| No reason |