| feel ill crouches descending pattern
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| feeling real crouches descending pattern
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| light brigade fracture pain and pleasure
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| left and right cross the street of friction
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| kill the lights spoken about the traffic changes
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| (blah?) left behind decided not to follow
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| these frail speechless find it out again
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| find it out again
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| alleviate tradition just to piss in someone’s face
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| regressive lights on to see
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| on sunlight fade my optic glasses on the eyes
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| crucify her vision impaired
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| on the images target insemination
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| all the rituals come back
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| all the rituals come back
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| look inside her pocket all money worth used instead of (blah?)
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| can bring the words dangerous hallucination
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| forget distrust the man who lives with it
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| the man who lives with it
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| cry the kicking bones the hurts rises from the earth-lit bound
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| down on all fours
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| no lease love to please on again to recip me
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| disfunction half-sure for all reorganize another
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| failing to see the sick and agony disturb motion
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| a little baby…
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| motion ripped the bedsheet leaving, rip out womb of bullshit
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| a child died anyway |