| I’ll tell it like he told me
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| Like it happened after that rabid feast that we all heard
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| Masks on the face and smoke in the air
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| With a city block done and revenge done served
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| I wanna hear this from the hills
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| I want you to hear this disguiser
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| And I need you to find me in my corner table in a backlit booth
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| And whisper it all back to me with venom tongues
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| I want you to know when we all come down
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| With neon breaths
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| With solid sight
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| With New England fog under October skies
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| And Paris wind on the lips of every pair of blackened eyes
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| I want it all
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| I want it gone
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| This is a failure to comply
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| Painted on the walls by dirty hands untried
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| And I want you to run with me
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| To run with us, to run like us, to live with us
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| To live like us, and die like us
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| Alive like us, and die like us
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| I want you to know when we all come down
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| I want you to hear this disguiser
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| I want you to know
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| I want you to feel…
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| I want it all
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| I want it gone
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| It ain’t what it…
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| Where are you?
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| With solid sight
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| With solid sight
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| Make no mistakes when they read what you leave on the wall
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| Make no mistakes that we believe what we live in the heart of the world that we.
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| We all
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| Resistance
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| Come dead the faith
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| And fuck the feast
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| Come dead the faith
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| And fuck the feast
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| Come dead the faith
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| And fuck the feast |