| My dove of prey
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| Will you forever haunt me
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| I’ve lusted and envied
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| The one and the infinite eyes
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| And for now I see nothing but blood in the skies
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| I’m living a drug
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| The white tower and the blackened lungs
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| Release my body into the night
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| Nothing is sacred when nothing is right
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| So take me away from this spiteful life
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| Never mourning
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| Never leaving
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| Never setting and end or repeating
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| And every day
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| Is never complete
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| When every night you must fall asleep
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| And realize
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| There’s some places you don’t wanna find
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| And do what you want with me tonight
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| Just take me away from this spiteful life
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| I’m living a drug
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| The white tower and the blackened lungs
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| Release my body into the night
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| Nothing is sacred when nothing is right
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| So take me away from this spiteful life
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| Where nothing is sacred and nothing is right
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| Why are we standing alone
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| Anticipating what your life will become
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| When maybe this whole time
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| Self preservation your motivation
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| To whore lie and steal from the weak
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| It isn’t veiled or discreet
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| Oh so what did you think
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| This circle will always sink
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| To the darkest depths of the obsolete
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| I’m living a drug
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| The white tower and the blackened lungs
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| Release my body into the night
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| Nothing is sacred when nothing is right
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| So take me away from this spiteful life
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| Where nothing is sacred and nothing is right |