| Now I’m feeling devilish
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| Soon we’re going to settle this. |
| Revel with the specialist
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| Several fish swam in the unprotected waters
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| Fire that swallowed the sun and rejected daughters
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| Armed to the teeth, we’ll fight ‘em on the beaches
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| We’ll know we’ve found the perfect beat when everyone is speechless
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| For starters, dispute with martyrs wearing suits of armor
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| Listen… It gets harder
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| Living beyond the pale
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| I should have been given a ride out of town on a rail
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| We should have climbed the summit. |
| Instead, we collide and plummet
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| It’s a bad looking earth and this is me hiding from it
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| Can’t translate the language of a man escaped
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| I paint with mascara tears — portraits and landscapes
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| Beginning to inspire the sky to spin to my chagrin
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| Again and again and again…
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| Open the gates of hell
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| Fire!
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| I tried to take my own life and almost got away with it
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| Paid a delayed visit. |
| Decided to stay vivid
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| Here I am crooning. |
| Universe parallel
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| Mannequin factory. |
| Student-nurse carousel
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| Giant surprises on your miniature birthday
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| I administer first aid to a sinister mermaid
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| Post-frequent. |
| Showing off my most recent acquisition
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| Wearing two gloves and true love is an apparition
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| Flying across the Atlantic and back
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| Fighting off demons and panic attacks
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| Waiting impatient, the blood color will come
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| Feeling the beat as if your skull were a drum
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| Sometimes it’s hard to keep up with a pesky rhythm
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| After the massacre, laughter with sexy women
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| Music you can feel, but also can taste and smell
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| Brace yourself. |
| Let’s open the gates of Hell
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| Fire! |