| Fuck! |
| What have you done?
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| I was out wandering with gods!
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| What, are you mad at me?
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| Some other reason leaves to me instilled
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| Like a madman, I’ll defend the end of the world
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| As ennui!
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| Who said a little upper
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| Won’t help you find your way to the light?
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| Inner parallel
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| Subtlety, denied!
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| Save them, but don’t save us
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| For the skin that we steal
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| In the name of your willing god
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| What are you, an asshole
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| That can breathe without any air?
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| Drinking the tears of parasites, are you satisfied?
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| Ooh, there’s a carving on the wall
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| The affair is a piece of the estranged, do you see?
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| I am aware of the signs
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| The lapses in space and time
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| I am a fingertip away!
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| Bonjour
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| Just a few remaining words
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| Caught up in a mouthful full of innuen-du-monde, adieu
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| Our manic missive manifest, modern mystery
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| Weigh the weightfulness of mighty-fine conceit
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| We are allowed, allowed, allowed to weep
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| We know right where they’ll drown their vendettas in wine
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| So where do we, where do we, where do we sign?
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| And take it all, I’ll take it all
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| Every ounce and forced we tear away
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| Take it!
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| Take it all, take it all, take it all! |