| She kills the empty clock
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| She kills the empty clock
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| She haunts you where you’re not
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| She haunts you where you’re not
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| She screams the ailing arks are spirals full of shock
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| She stabs the empty clock
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| She stabs the empty clock
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| And bowing down they’re as a violet rose
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| Yet swingin' alarm you come body and soul
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| September’s dear dread is her evening’s code
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| Cause if you’re still my witness — body and soul
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| Cause if you’re still my sickness — body and soul
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| Oh, sweet blush of orchid — body and soul
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| Oh baby, I’m still your witness — body and soul
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| Marchin' on, we’ve gone pennymad
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| And marchin' on, we become the sad
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| Mind for soul, but a body for us
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| We’re body and soul
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| She stabs the empty clock
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| She haunts them where they’re not
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| She screams your ailing arks are spirals full of shock
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| She stabs them where they’re not
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| As body slays soul
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| Cause if you’re still my witness — body and soul
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| Cause if you’re still my sickness — body and soul
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| Oh, sweet blush of orchid — body and soul
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| Oh baby, I’m still your witness — body and soul |