| your majesty
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| nitrophilosophy
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| aim on you
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| blood is so clean
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| guilt is guilt
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| but now
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| i’m nervous as a child
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| gravity
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| is tugging your body down
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| moisty eyes
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| are tuning to pale
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| you wanted self respect
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| but low and lower you get
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| concausion in the bone brain
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| gash in spiracle
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| there is nothing in your mines and
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| nothing in your bombs
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| I will burn
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| is that for getting light?
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| is that for getting freedom?
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| nothing for that type
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| react so pretty
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| dive self pitty
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| i can’t stand your road man
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| grind my finger it’s ok shape shape shape shape shape shape shape shape
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| reaction in the kitchen
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| act (guess) to get the light
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| we hope to get this need for
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| hope to get this time
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| I will burn
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| is that for getting light?
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| is that for getting freedom?
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| nothing for that type |