| All buys are final; |
| the act suicidal
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| A moment defining a life
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| Not hatred or racial goddamn insulation
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| Confusion controlling the strife
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| The pain now consuming
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| There’ll be no exhuming
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| Destroying the core of the lie
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| The man with his hand up
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| Had just better shut up
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| God lights up and sits to the right
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| When I had you
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| Dancing like an angel in my hand
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| When I need you, counting time
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| A trillion grains of—
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| The commission—skull and bones
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| Extradiction—skull and bones
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| Landing a knockout, negotiate lockout
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| The war in the crescent was theirs
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| The prices grew higher; |
| the need for the buyer
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| The cost, loss of life; |
| splitting hairs
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| The pain all consuming for those without grooming
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| Not taken the time yet to learn
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| The man feels deserted, and Toby’s perverted
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| God sits back and waits on his turn
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| When I had you
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| Dancing like an angel in my hand
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| When I’ll need you, counting time
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| A trillion grains of sand
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| When I had you standing like a soldier in my hand
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| When I need you, counting lives
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| A trillion grains of…
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| The commission—skull and bones
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| Extradiction—skull and bones
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| Strict obligation to deterioration
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| Other blood is all over me
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| For the good of the nation, a world obligation:
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| Welcome to the society
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| I was born with the right and the financial might
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| To put a price on your head so worth living
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| Shot with the light on the very same night
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| That you thought that your god was so giving
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| Hammer-hammer down you, one time alone
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| For the order of the nation
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| Hammer-hammer down you, skull and bones
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| A full, lifelong sensation |