| I’m bolted from within
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| From long conniving heights
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| The hail it makes a special sound
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| That always stays into the night
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| She tells me I’m not capable
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| Of what they accuse me With no remorse
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| I stand and say that
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| Guilty is what I plead
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| My devil makes me dream
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| Like no other mortal dreams
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| With a blank eye corner
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| The only way to see him
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| In the tunnel where he slept
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| By the longest tusk of corridors
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| Numb below the neck
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| In my heart
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| Where he keeps them
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| In a vault of devil daughters
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| When I bend in kicking form
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| With twilight as my guide
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| In every home
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| The ghost veins gossip
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| You can hear them if you try
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| When my quill begins to squirm
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| From the ashes in your urn
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| Your deviance is anything but faithful
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| My devil makes me dream
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| Like no other mortal dreams
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| With a blank eye corner
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| The only way to see him
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| In the tunnel where he slept
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| By the longest tusk of corridors
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| Numb below the neck
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| In my heart
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| Where he keeps them
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| In a vault of devil daughters
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| Everybody
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| Hangs like dead leaves
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| Don’t you hurt these
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| Branches waiting
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| I’ve been watching
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| You fall to me Don’t desert me
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| I’m not waiting
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| My devil makes me dream
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| Like no other mortal dreams
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| With a blank eye corner
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| The only way to see him
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| In the tunnel where he slept
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| By the longest tusk of corridors
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| Numb below the neck
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| In my heart
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| Where he keeps them
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| In a vault of devil daughters |