| There is no reason
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| A man should stand
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| I left the
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| If the season slips a fragile hand
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| I’ll freeze upon the ocean in your eyes.
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| I thought I found a reasonable cure
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| swinging from a ceiling fan but now I’m not so sure
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| They say it’s a punishable crime
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| to try and snuff the ladder on your one and only life
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| to try and snuff the ladder on your one and only life.
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| Now I’m gone
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| I left you a raw shank on the wall
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| and a song
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| and the sound of strange thunder rolling down the wall
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| I finally found a reason that I would stand
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| laughing at my
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| What kind of fool would wait upon the season to bring the precious changes of
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| his life.
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| When they tell you about existential pain, they count the distance from your
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| soul to the desire in your brain.
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| I swear I am a reasonable man
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| It’s a matter of the heart, to put a shotgun in my hand
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| In fact it’s quite poetic a shotgun to my head.
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| Now I’m gone
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| I left you a raw shank on the wall
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| and a song
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| and the sound of strange down the hall
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| Now I’m gone
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| I left you a raw shank on the wall
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| and a song
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| and the blood and bone and the strange thunder rolling down the hall
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| Its a strange thunder
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| rolling through my head
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| Its a strange thunder
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| Rolling through my head
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| Its a strange thunder
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| Rolling through my head
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| Its a strange thunder
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| Rolling through my head
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| Its a strange strange thunder
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| Rolling through my head
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| Its a strange strange thunder
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| Rolling through my head
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| Its a strange strange thunder
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| Rolling through my head
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| Its a strange strange thunder
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| Rolling through my head
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| Its a strange strange thunder
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| Rolling through my head
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| Its a strange strange thunder
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| Rolling through my head
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| Rolling through my head |