| A coarse exhalation of lungs that pray for pity
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| My two fingers punching the keys diligently
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| Trembling ground pushed my glass off the table
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| Spilling the blood of the son of your idol
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| If it were not for the extensive bug collection
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| I would know not what Ive found
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| This world would still be flat
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| Mary would be a virgin
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| And I would still be sleeping sound
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| If every word is a dead symbol empowered by the carriers expression
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| I"ll bury my instrument citing this incident
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| I"m a flickering bulb that keeps blaming the filament
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| The most honest telling of this boyish fable
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| Is that on level ground
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| I"m never feeling stable
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| Ive got to try to outlast this candle
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| Or trust department to fight the inferno
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| If it were not for this extensive bug collection
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| I would know not what I"ve found
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| This world would still be flat
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| Mary would be a virgin
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| And I would still be sleeping sound
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| Its an endless quest to maintain
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| When no one is ever right
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| And out of the fertile plains
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| We bathe in the fractured rays of Sun sunlight sun sunlight
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| And if it were not for this extensive bug collection
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| I would know not what I"ve found
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| This world would still be flat
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| And M ary would still be a virgin
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| I would still be sleeping sound
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| They say this country was based
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| Hard work and integrity
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| And whats been done
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| That’s a lie
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| It was built on murder man
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| Mayhem
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| Slavery
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| Oppression
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| Lies
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| Stealing
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| And tyranny
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| As a baseline |