| Pray that your family never forgets
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| The arousal from a corpse that fuels your taste
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| Blonde to the shoulders, blind to the pill
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| He found solace in the act of infection
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| A blank tape that couldn’t remember
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| But you can never erase the hurt
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| Out in the dial toned distance someone heard
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| He keeps a-hiding your photograph
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| Of the moment that you needed to emasculate his
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| Photograph but you locked up in the trance of a memory
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| Photograph of the moment that you needed to emasculate his
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| Photograph but you locked up in the trance of a memory
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| Marching to the coffins on Franklin Avenue
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| Preyed on the anguish, you better run
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| Always dragging a finger across his throat
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| Man is the fixer to sage the ghosts
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| And the faith that awarded his every move
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| A blank tape that couldn’t remember
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| But you can never erase the hurt
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| Out in the dial-tone distance someone heard
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| He keeps a-hiding your photograph
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| Of the moment that you needed to emasculate his
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| Photograph, but you locked up in the trance of a memory
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| Photograph, of the moment that you needed to emasculate his
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| Photograph, but you locked up in the trance of a memory
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| Marching to the coffins on Franklin Avenue
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| Just float the needles when the rum fits a tremor at hand
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| And he can’t seem to find his direction home
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| Just float the needles when the rum fits a tremor at hand
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| And he can’t seem to find his direction home
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| In a closet she hid in eternity sleep
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| With the fear of God at the end of his whip
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| He keeps a-hiding your photograph
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| Of the moment that you needed to emasculate his
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| Photograph, but you locked up in the trance of a memory
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| Photograph, of the moment that you needed to emasculate his
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| Photograph, but you locked up in the trance of a memory
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| Marching to the coffins on Franklin Avenue |