| Exiting arm
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| The pit and alabaster ascension
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| To cut out the middle mind and dine
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| Dine hard
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| To dine on the nectar hard
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| To dine on royal oil of arm
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| And resign the simple engine of your fears to time
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| And resign your slight regime to time
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| A you immune
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| To the gross and grow cold of what you know prose
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| What your know won’t sow
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| Exiting arm
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| The pit and alabaster ascension; |
| When last we left Hour Hero Yes
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| Left one part endless, two parts death
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| It’s tall fright and all light
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| To a soft right angle of good man
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| It’s tall fright and all light
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| To a soft right angle of good man
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| (Cut in after first line of repeated «Away» ended with «To go off black»)
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| And from one keep to another
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| You left with what you there’s left
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| Honest, in a skin-thin armor
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| And the wild of guess
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| Blood swapped with seems breath breath
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| (Not ghost not dead not)
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| To separate yourself from your effects
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| And to evacuate one’s sturdy flesh
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| Would you skin your skull to draw its strength?
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| Oh no you’re way to goner for that
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| Would you swallow a lie to disinfect your angst?
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| Oh no you’re way to goner for that
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| Would you razorblade redecorate your arm?
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| Oh no you’re way to goner for that
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| Would you freeze a lake shut just to steal you calm
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| Oh no you’re way too far gone
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| Exiting arm
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| The pit and alabaster ascension
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| Exiting arm
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| The pit and alabaster ascension; |
| When last we left Hour Hero Yes
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| Left one part endless, two parts death |