| Subtraction, subtraction, subtraction
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| It’s my duty
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| It’s my duty and passion
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| If I could, even for a moment
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| I would strip the hue out of my hair
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| And I’m not the kind
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| I’m not the kind to care
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| Step into the dead oak
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| Take away all light, every glimmer
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| Find a church
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| Find a church and finish your dinner
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| Subtracting is a gift we all can use
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| To make the blood inside pump clear
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| Because I’m not the one
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| I’m not the one I should fear
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| Human skull, human skull, human skull
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| Without body
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| Without body, I feel your pull
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| The pulling of my chest by the lexus
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| Of your white cranial bone
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| In other words
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| In other words, please leave me alone
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| Drip by drip, number after number
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| It all will fall
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| Minus Klock
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| Minus Klock and minus Paul
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| The skull returns, taking flight
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| Ascending without chest and without sound
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| Until I’m one
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| Until I’m one with the ground |