| I can see your ribs when you sing
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| Eat and won’t you be hungry
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| Human heart fold over me
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| Long live the end of a life of relief
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| I could, I could, I could, I could!
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| Startle and change
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| Let not the hot blood boil in vain
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| All my insides do beg and push me try
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| Bear some memory in my natural mind
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| Oh-oh, I’ve got to get devoted
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| Oh-oh, I have known
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| I have never known it
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| God damn your crooked mouth and lean
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| Your fear is a bullet in the wing
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| Is it so brave? |
| (tell me)
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| Is it so brave?
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| The private posture of the self home made
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| Human heart fold over me
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| Long live the end of a life of relief
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| I could, I could, I could, I could!
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| Startle and change
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| Let not the hot blood boil in vain
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| In vain
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| Oh-oh, I got to get devoted
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| Oh-oh, I have known
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| I have never known it
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| I could, I could, I could, I could
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| I could, I could, I could, I could!
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| Let not the hot blood boil in vain
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| In vain |