| Bring your book, bring your broken-hearted
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| We've got a vessel that we've chartered
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| Into the wide open sea
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| The two of us dearly departed
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| Bring a book with a happy ending
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| A remix of the message sending
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| Shiny, clean, this guillotine
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| New and improved, patent pending
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| Place a curse on the hearse we're driving
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| Cut the brake lines, end up dying
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| Glad to be traumatically
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| Against the ropes lost all hope trying
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| Finding ways to break the silence
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| And the quench our taste for violence
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| Shadow free's monstrosities
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| Crafting the fine art of patience
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| High time, we swore off everything we know
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| Sit tight, we'll be back in six minutes or so
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| Bring your bored, bring your broken-hearted
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| We've got a vessel that we've charerted
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| Into the wide open sea
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| The two of us dearly departed
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| Bring a book with a happy ending
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| A remix of the message sending
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| Headless dreams of guillotines
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| Sharp, unclean, neverending
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| High time, we swore off everything you know
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| Sit tight, we'll be back in six minutes or so
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| High time, we swore off everything we know
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| Sit tight, we'll be back with 666 in tow
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| High time, we swore off everything we know
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| Sit tight, we'll be back in six minutes or so
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| High time we swore off everything we know
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| Sit tight, we'll be back with 666 I know |