| The myriad choices of his fate
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| Set themselves out upon a plate
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| For him to choose
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| What had he to lose
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| Not a ghost bloodied country
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| All covered with sleep
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| Where the black angel did weep
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| Not an old city street in the east
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| Gone to choose
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| And wanderings brother
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| Walked on through the night
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| With his hair in his face
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| On a long splintered cut from the knife of g.t.
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| The rally mans patter ran on through the dawn
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| Until we said so long
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| To his skull-shrill yell
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| Shining brightly red-rimmed and
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| Red-lined with the time
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| Infused with the choice of the mind
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| On ice skates scraping chunks
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| From the bells
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| Cut mouth bleeding razors
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| Forgetting the pain
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| Antiseptic remains cool goodbye
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| So you fly
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| To the cozy brown snow of the east
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| Gone to choose, choose again
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| Sacrificials remains make it hard to forget
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| Where you come from
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| The stools of your eyes
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| Serve to realize fame, choose again
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| And rovermans refrain of the sacrilege recluse
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| For the loss of a horse
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| Went the bowels and a tail of a rat
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| Come again, choose to go And if epiphanys terror reduced you to shame
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| Have your head bobbed and weaved
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| Choose a side to be on
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| If the stone glances off
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| Split didactics in two
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| Leave the colors of the mouse trails
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| Dont scream, try between
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| If you choose, if you choose, try to lose
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| For the loss of remain come and start
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| Start the game I che che che che i Che che ka tak koh
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| Choose to choose
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| Choose to choose, choose to go |