| Rolling,
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| like fronts of weather
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| their wrath will cheat rape change shape and move to the next shamed endeavor
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| we’re all rolling together, like sons of Cain
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| and by time you’ll find something you can’t shake away
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| to cure you
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| to kill you
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| to cool you
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| to kill you
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| rolling
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| all flocks of severed
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| no giftings of anecdotes wrote will guide you on the next joke better
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| we’re in this together, like sons of Cain
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| now tell me which way’s best left not left for the blame
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| to cure you
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| to kill you
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| to cool you
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| to kill you
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| don’t walk to coming back
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| don’t walk out coming back
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| don’t walk out to coming back
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| don’t walk out comparing why
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| don’t walk out to my surprise
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| don’t walk out comparing why
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| to cure you
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| to kill you
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| to cool you
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| to kill you |