| What if I testify against everything that I
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| Have been saying this whole time?
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| 'Cause I’m probably telling lies
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| What do I do when I
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| Feel like lying down to die?
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| Does the dirt eat me alive?
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| Do the worms feed off my eyes?
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| Open wide for the flies
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| 'Cause they’re feeding off your spine
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| Crawling up and down in line
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| Like a soldier bound to die
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| Come inside, so will I
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| Wipe your feet until they’re dry
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| Wipe the tears out of your eyes
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| Part of me likes when you cry
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| Winter and Summer collide
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| This universe isn’t mine, no, no, oh
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| We hope this reaches you in time
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| Chaotic but Jesus Christ, you’re beautiful
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| You’re beautiful, oh, oh
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| Winter and Summer collide
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| This universe isn’t mine, no, no, oh
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| We hope this reaches you in time
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| Chaotic but Jesus Christ, you’re beautiful
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| You’re beautiful, oh, oh
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| Get caught up constantly in life’s residuals
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| And paint the sky full of agonizing visuals
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| Can’t press rewind when you realize it’s minuscule
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| So don’t let go, it’ll only leave you miserable |