| Fostering all my millstones
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| Bearing the fruit of embellishment
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| I’m seeing their false perception with my true perception,
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| and he’s my canary in their mine.
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| I was gonna tell everyone,
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| but you forced through, you left through the eye of the sun.
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| I was gonna tell everyone, you’re are such a clever devil.
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| I felt space and time vibrate (I've seen a glimpse)
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| A tracing overlapped emits the evidence
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| So how do I transcend?
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| The hinges on this door are much too heavy for my unanointed hands.
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| I’ve got to fornicate, oh I’ve got to fornicate with these severed ties
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| Oh so long as there is no disease your prostitute has had
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| She’s sleeping in the steeple so to keep the penitent beds
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| Fostering all my millstones (Like she’d shrug off with the shore)
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| Bearing the fruit of embellishment (oh I’ve got to take it from her)
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| I felt space and time vibrate (I've seen a glimpse)
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| A tracing overlapped emits the evidence.
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| So how do I transcend?
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| The hinges on this door are much too heavy for my unanointed hands.
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| Pretty queen of my intrusion was about to yell
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| Forty thousand years of drippings
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| Pretty queen of my intrusion was about to yell
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| Forty thousand years of drippings, and her eyes did swell
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| I felt space and time vibrate (I've seen a glimpse)
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| A tracing overlapped emits the evidence
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| So how do I transcend?
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| The hinges on this door are much too heavy for my unanointed hands |