| I’ve always wanted
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| To eat glass with you again
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| But I never knew how
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| How to talk without
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| Walls dropping on the eve
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| The nest they made couldn’t break you
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| Along the fallen scowled a fence of beaks
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| But the temple is scathing
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| Through your veins
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| They were scaling
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| Through an icepick of abcess rekoning
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| And when Miranda sang
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| Everyone turned away
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| Used to the noose
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| They obey
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| And whoever said that they would scatter
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| Separating the mother from child
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| She can bat a broken eyelid
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| Raining maggots from it’s sty
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| And with the traces that she leaves
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| She will skin you out alive
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| All the children go grinding their jaws
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| The sweet smell of their toothless canals
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| And the damn she will break
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| Make an ocean from this lake
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| As they siphon off all of our blood
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| And when Miranda sang
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| Everyone turned away
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| Used to the noose
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| They obey
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| And when Miranda sang
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| Everyone turned away
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| Used to the noose
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| They obey
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| And when Miranda sang
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| Everyone turned away
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| Used to the noose
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| They obey |