| Worm-eaten, rotten tenements inordinately burned
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| Adjust the coordinates
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| Return it to the Earth
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| Leave!
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| Leave it in the urn
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| Wait there for your turn
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| Leave it in the urn
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| Go on!
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| Scripts blend
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| What did they use to climb?
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| I’m slipping off the wall!
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| Go on!
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| The Eye is unblinking
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| Open. |
| Shut. |
| Perfection
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| I’m slipping off the wall!
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| Go on!
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| She falls, gripping on to anything…
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| It’s thin…
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| I can breathe much lighter than before
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| Air can stay trapped in graves
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| The air, it moves through living beings
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| Inhale clarity
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| I need a breath sustained with ease
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| Exhale impurities
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| I need a breath sustained with ease
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| Fill my chest with oxygen
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| The air, it moves through living beings
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| Inhale clarity
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| I need a breath sustained with ease
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| Fill my chest with consciousness
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| Move around, aiming the weapon:
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| Torment and anguish
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| The angle, the turret hitting the targets
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| The man and his pulpit
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| Stay in the grave, locked in a coffin
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| The angels would nail, yelling the loudest
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| Under the crown
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| Barter, you maggot!
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| Everything evil alone
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| You wanted it dark?
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| Hear the break in the bone
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| Go on!
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| Scripts blend
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| What did they use to climb?
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| I’m slipping off the wall!
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| Go on! |