| You aimed right for the eyes
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| Where your invitation dies
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| And I am subject to irrelevance
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| And all your secret spies
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| You’ll be the nexus in the dark
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| I’ll be the spade that digs your grave
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| Youth is bored, youth is short
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| Youth is for the brave
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| I believe in evil
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| I believe in evil
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| You whistle all the tunes
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| And you irrigate the wounds
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| You are a prisoner best left unkempt
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| Propped up alive by fools
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| Next to a black hole by the clock
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| Where all information stops
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| Youth is bored, youth is short
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| Youth is for the brave
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| I believe in evil
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| I believe in evil
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| There is no wrong way to read this book, my darling
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| Please come sit down by me and have a look at scripture
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| There is no wrong way to read this book, my darling
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| Please come sit down by me and have a look at scripture |