| There’s a scroll you’ve yet to read out loud
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| Get rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling out
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| Rolling out the red like blood spill and I will be
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| Holding, holding, holding, holding on
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| Say what you need to
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| Your stones cannot bare like threats of a snare
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| So tear up these words like they’re meat for the hungry
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| The 'nobody told me'(s)
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| These words, nobody ever hears
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| Just a book to be read
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| Waiting on the seabed
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| Under the weighty waves
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| For years
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| To the press we’ll take it shave off slim pay offs for
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| Turning, turning, turning, turning out
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| All the leaves of all the tree breasts we use for the chests
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| Now burning, burning, burning, burning
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| Our candles both ends but
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| Are you not tempted? |
| Empty and rented
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| Looting your temples and making example
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| Pack-like to handle and
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| These words, nobody ever hears
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| Just a book to be read
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| Waiting on the seabed
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| Under the weighty waves
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| For years
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| Call, call them out
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| From under the decks of wrecks and I’ll bet you all
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| They’ll be loud
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| Louder than thunder but silent in slumber
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| These words, nobody ever hears
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| Just a book to be read
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| Waiting on the seabed
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| Under the weighty waves
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| For years |