| Underneath her shells when bitten laugh your brittle carcass wrath
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| Every time you make me hear them I grow distant and opaque
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| Your core stability that pleasures, have you the patience to commute
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| Through a traffic you have driven from the buffalo you shoot?
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| I have to warn you that I haven’t got a clue
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| Stones they keyed adjacent, made of only half the truth
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| I have to warn you that I haven’t got a clue
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| Stones they keyed adjacent, made of only half the truth
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| Build a cripple’s switch won’t mention, every stair-step marks your back
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| The flesh I tasted stole remission, cackle that breaks your mother’s back
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| Give me all the bout that’s pissing, poke the back and watch it crack
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| I am the last of all your prisons, enemy acquaintance past
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| I have to warn you that I haven’t got a clue
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| Stones they keyed adjacent, made of only half the truth
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| I have to warn you that I haven’t got a clue
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| Stones they keyed adjacent, made of only half the truth |