| I think of you floating in there
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| With not a shred of thought or care
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| Of where you’re from or will be
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| Swimming inside the stomach of my baby
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| Oh little fetus waiting to meet us
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| With your first swallow of air
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| Hollow lung sucking up all the world’s despair
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| I fiend for more, I fiend for the core
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| Oh lore me back down
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| And down in that sound
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| I found it beneath the junk
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| Just a punk who’s sunk in too deep
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| I weep for me
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| For everyone who is and will never be
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| Hey yeah yeah
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| I never gave god much consider or thought
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| I fought that grip that he never caught
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| But the soul is something I couldn’t help but feel
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| It’s as real as the rain that wets
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| Fresh as the fur on our pets
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| You’re the only God and I believe in portion
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| And I’ll kill easy in one abortion
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| Foundation of my stife life, kiss me like a knife
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| With my dead God now and my dead now wife
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| And I think of you floating in there
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| And not a shred of through or care
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| Of where you’re from or will be
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| Swimming inside the stomach of my baby
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| Little fetus went to meet us
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| You’re reborn in my head
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| Every time I hear my fear
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| Every tear my sad eye will drip
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| Every drop that runs past my lip
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| For every thought of good
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| That your death now benefits me
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| How could it benefit me?
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| Yeah, it benefits me |