| I check your chest you’re warm
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| I check your neck you’re alive
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| This scythe soothes Corsican wind chimes
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| Reassign a program success
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| Relent ungentleness
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| Restraint divides mice and men
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| Annica this life is fleeting
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| Dark times, lots of abortions
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| Finally, someone loves me On my watch we’re safe as churches
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| I think I found my purpose
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| Corralling Pestilence
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| I was unclean and hateful
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| Struck down, by the system
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| This vest gives me authority
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| No wind, instrumentation
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| Morning airport reunion
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| These thoughts are non-culinary
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| Annica this life is fleeting
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| Dark times, lots of abortions
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| Finally, someone loves me On my watch we’re safe as churches
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| I think I found my purpose
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| Corralling Pestilence
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| Annica this life is fleeting
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| Dark times, lots of abortions
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| Finally, someone loves me On my watch we’re safe as churches
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| I think I found my purpose
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| Corralling Pestilence
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| Yeah! |