| I can bargain with your karma
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| Loan you zen, sell testimony
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| And you’ll buy it with a smile
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| Because you’re numb and fucking lonely
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| I won’t stand to be kept waiting long
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| While the sirens sing their song
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| And the hull of the good ship Circumspect
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| Is dashed upon my wrongs
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| Don’t pester me
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| Let the hole infested fester
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| Don’t hector me
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| Your lecherous didactic lectures
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| Are not surrogacy
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| For the thoughts you think you’re thinking
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| Little one, plague has come
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| Yet you tear me down
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| And though the rain comes pouring over
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| And though the rats come pouring in
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| And though the curtains dropped, it’s over
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| You tear me down
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| And though the rain comes pouring over
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| And though the rats come pouring in
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| And though the curtains dropped, it’s over
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| You tear me down
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| You tear me down
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| Why am I the fucking worm
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| In your terminal sojourn?
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| Your face a buffet
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| In its resting place
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| Little one, plague has done
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| What I was scared to do
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| I tried to help you through
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| Yet you tear me down
|
| And though the rain comes pouring over
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| And though the rats come pouring in
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| And though the curtains dropped, it’s over
|
| You tear me down
|
| And though the rain comes pouring over
|
| And though the rats come pouring in
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| And though the curtains dropped, it’s over
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| You tear me
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| Down
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| Nonsense
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| Nonsense where your head should be
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| I stand on giants shoulders
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| Isolated by a guillotine
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| No one remembers
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| The man of integrity
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| I stand on giants shoulders
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| Isolated by a guillotine
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| No one remembers
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| The man of integrity
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| Look out below
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| For the footprints left in snow
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| Alone when things are slow
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| But a pair
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| Part when things are going right
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| Redundant fight or flight
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| I don’t need a guiding light
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| If we avoid the night
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| I can show you nothing if your mind has the means
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| To glean the empty space between a death and a dream
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| Again
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| What a wonderful form of dread
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| Unscalable
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| Your formidable wall of dead
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| You cast your lot
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| With the sinners of Babel and Sodom and rot |