| Bury the tongue between the teeth
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| Open the jaw and sink in deep
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| Force it open and claw the grip
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| Down throat, you let it slip, slip, slip, slip, slip
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| In the static you are reborn
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| In the white nights, what you ask for
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| Fire the cue, and I’ll come for
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| Give you the marks of a lost war
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| Let it sink
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| Don’t let it hold you down
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| Let it sink
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| Don’t let it hold you down
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| Let it sink
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| Don’t let it hold you down
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| Let it sink
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| Don’t let it hold you down
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| Let it sink
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| Don’t let it hold you down
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| Cut knife, deep in, spit down, swallow
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| Sword up, nock in, and turn the bow
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| Sever in two and fuse to gold
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| Down throat, you let it go
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| Let it sink
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| Don’t let it hold you down
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| Let it sink
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| Don’t let it hold you down
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| Let it sink
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| Don’t let it hold you down
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| Let it sink
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| Don’t let it hold you down |