| If the search has been long and futile and brutal
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| And if you squint trying to recollect the bosom of your hoodlum love (hey baby)
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| You reach out and into the absence and gasping
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| The vastness grabs you like an alien embrace
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| Your face to its face
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| No end and neither beginning you’re spinning
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| You’re breathless, orbiting a dark and hateful star
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| An evil world
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| Where would I ever be without you?
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| How could I hope to seize the tablet of values and redact it?
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| Foolish I know but I’m about to die
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| About to die
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| Your life must surely be ending and trembling
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| You realize you never lived a day at all (Wait)
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| And it’s all your fault (Wow)
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| It all seems unspeakably vile and while
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| You wretch the memory of all you understood
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| The vandal laughs into his hood
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| Where would I ever be without you?
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| How could I hope to seize the tablet of values and redact 'em?
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| Foolish I know but I’m about to die
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| About to die
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| Look there the goblins dressed up like a wound
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| Mutants all vagrant and hateful
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| Look there the mirror a zombie stands staring
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| Vacant and glaring pronouncing your name
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| As you’re saying
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| About to die
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| Where would I ever be without you? |
| (No fucking clue)
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| How could I hope to seize the tablet of values and redact it?
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| Foolish I know but I’m about to die
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| About to die
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| About to die
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| You’re already dead
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| But you’re about to die
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| (Damn, you got it)
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| (All right, awesome) |