| Sitting there pecking at the picture of perfection
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| Waking at the time fine brain matter
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| Looking at the blood with the brimming of a dead head
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| Wondering if the sunshine will ever catch your eye
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| Picking at the dead skin
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| How does gonorrhea feel?
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| Once you read keep us fed
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| Falling off a horses hind
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| Diggin' me sunshine wheres the other bigger sin
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| Deep inside the house before the roof caved in
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| Getting in psy trance watching till you half sin
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| Piece a lie made it hymm and killing him
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| Pedadoy’s flocking by, testified he’s chickened out
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| After all is said and done we live to shit to kill to come
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| Pain his trust his tragedy
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| Why is everything so needy
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| Oh no says half to pain nor chance
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| Today a laughter shake
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| Pain his trust t’his tragedy
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| Pain his trust t’his tragedy
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| Pain his trust t’his tragedy
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| Why is everything so needy
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| Testing their pecking young blood piecing along perfection
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| Would you let time better, fine brain matter
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| Testing their pecking young blood piecing along perfection
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| Waging if the time better, fine brain matter
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| «Any medical student could’ve seen that the eyes were torn from the body by
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| nothing other than human fingers!» |