| There’s a plague that goes on and on
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| It’s lethal in size and it hurts like a thorn in my side
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| It’s renowned far and wide as the name of our downfall
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| The name that will bury us all
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| It’s a God among gods
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| It’s a cancer within
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| It’s the father of sin and of love and desire and jealousy
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| It’s the sum of all parts and we call it the human heart
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| It doesn’t know how I take my coffee
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| It doesn’t care how I play my part
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| It doesn’t care about truth or lies
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| And it never gives any good advice
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| It doesn’t care if I’m suicidal
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| No consideration for my precious hind
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| Doesn’t give a damn if I stand or fall
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| And it’s got a beat that says it all
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| Still it’s a decent cancer
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| That’s keeping me alive
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| Eating me alive
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| There’s a kindred of flames
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| A secret society of one
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| A spawn of the sun that burns like a candle behind my eyes
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| A searing light from which I cannot run
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| It’s a thing of beauty and flesh and of stone
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| Like a castle
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| A throne
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| Where kings and queens were crowned to rot
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| It’s the heart of it all and it’s the only heart we’ve got
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| It doesn’t know how I take my coffee
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| It doesn’t care how I play my part
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| It doesn’t care about truth or lies
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| And it never gives any good advice
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| It doesn’t care if I’m suicidal
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| No consideration for my precious hind
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| Doesn’t give a damn if I stand or fall
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| And it’s got a beat that says it all
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| Still it’s a decent cancer
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| That’s keeping me alive
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| Eating me alive |