| Bring, bring the thunder
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| and the loud, loud rain
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| Lead our woes asunder
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| 'neath the proud, proud veins
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| Of traits that bleed the gunmen
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| of our pumping, earthly hearts
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| Ween our joys in plunder
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| Feel our shining teeth
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| Bet our hold on happiness
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| Bead-weighted chests with lofticries
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| Lofticries with trembling thighs
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| Weepy chests with weepy sighs
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| Weepy skin with trembling thighs
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| You must be hovering over yourself
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| watching us drip on each other’s sides
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| Dear brother, collect all the liquids off of the floor
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| Use your oily fingers
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| Make a paste, let it form
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| Let it seep through your sockets and earholes
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| into your precious, fractured skull
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| Let it seep, let it keep you from us Patiently heal you
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| Patiently unreel you
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| Bead-weighted chests with lofticries
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| Lofticries with trembling thighs
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| Weepy chests with weepy sighs
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| Weepy skin with trembling thighs
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| You must be hovering over yourself
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| watching us drip on each other’s sides
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| Dear brother, collect all the liquids off of the floor
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| Use your oily fingers
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| Pick up paste, let it form
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| Bead-weighted chests with lofticries
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| Lofticries with trembling thighs
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| Weepy chests with weepy sighs
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| Weepy skin with trembling thighs
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| You must be hovering over yourself
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| watching us drip on each other’s sides |