| Only the beautiful drink from the bottle
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| The samurais kiss their katana blades
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| And the choir boys rinse
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| The priests blackened fist because dead men cannot swim
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| And our ties were sharp
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| We aint hip Anymore
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| Armies marched for days alone in beautiful glorified haze
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| Bullets shrapnel and dust, painted people with English splayed guts
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| Dogs chew the cusp between bitter licks.
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| Why, he screamed, the hospitals burning. |
| move on Why, he beamed?.we're replicas!
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| And if I brought you diamond rings
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| Or a box of ancient gold
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| Would you bring me back?
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| And if I held the witches tooth
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| Or the emperors last touch
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| Would you steal me back
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| Give me blood through your drip
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| And I’ll give you a soul.
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| If you keep your promises I promise we’ll turn gold? |