| Dressed like angels, just off the medicine show
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| With track marks, painting such a pretty blue
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| Last one in line for the healing of woes
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| I can see the faces looking pretty grim
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| Ambience foretold and now this stone is caving from within
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| Our simplicity, lost or whatever the cost, you better start running
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| There’s no shadows that sight hell that’s on the horizon faces looking pretty
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| grim
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| Our simplicity, lost or whatever the cost, you better start running
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| Whores with halos, wishing for wings
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| Your children yearning for their disease
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| Give us that potion to make everything right
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| Feel the healing spiking my veins tonight
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| Give us that potion to make everything right
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| Feel the healing spiking my veins tonight
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| You want the pack, we’re blazing through
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| Run for the hills, run for the hills, the south’s gonna take you
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| Whores with halos, wishing for wings
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| Your children yearning for their disease
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| Smoke liftin, my mark, on the street
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| Hell’s comin, watch the followers meet |