| Fear, it rips your world apart
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| And it’s always the same
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| Creeping like shadows from your mouth
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| It’s always the same, always the same
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| A milk is made of flowers, bones and skin
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| On video and no one’s seen the end
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| You’re never the same, never the same
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| No one sees the end
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| No one sees the end
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| A milk is made of flowers
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| Somewhere a father’s drowned
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| A darkness is recorded
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| In fashion death appears
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| A milk is made of flowers
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| The audience misspells my name
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| For all who consume, never the same, never the same
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| No one sees the end
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| No one sees the end
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| No one sees the end
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| No one sees the end |