| Overcast in the good of the night, it’s alright
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| Moles are crashing out of the dirt
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| Oil is in the cradle of its golden moon tonight
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| Bones are broken, veins are open
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| All done in the opposite of afternoon
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| Overcast in the good of the night, it’s alright
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| Moles are crashing out of the dirt
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| Oil is in the cradle of its golden moon tonight
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| Open eyes in the gardens of sight, it’s alright
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| Only when you crawl in the dirt
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| Frozen invitations to a solvent gloom tonight
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| Bones are broken, veins are open
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| All done in the opposite of afternoon
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| Only gods in a mountain at night, it’s alright
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| Fools and molten virgins alike
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| Rolling in the naked and the fragrant doom tonight
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| Solarizing a portrait of light, it’s alright
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| Woven sparkled cotton and void
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| Open elevation of the cult of… tonight
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| Bones are broken, veins are open
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| All done in the opposite of afternoon
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| Bones are broken, veins are open
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| All done in the opposite of afternoon
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| Bones are broken, veins are open
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| All done in the opposite of afternoon
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| Bones are broken, veins are open
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| All done in the opposite of afternoon |