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For The Taking
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I still have a dream, a dream that is mine
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That when this is over, they'll empty my spine
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Still the sweet smell of burning alive
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If God prods my liver, I'll let go the line
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I'm stuck in the trench with the stench of decay
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and nothing can be what it wasn't today
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I've not slept in days with my wits going numb
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Wish she could see what I've become
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Holding my breath, take my last breath
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Addicted to this
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I wouldn't say a word
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I don't want my children
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Staggered with hump backs
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No feeling to wake, not even to die
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I'm dying for her to ask where I am
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I'm dying for her, she don't give a damn
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I'd almost forgotten how rotten skin fails
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Not even in my death can her beauty pale
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and she come tear a tear from my eye
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So call me a coward but how would you fight ?
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And talk about heaven and days when we danced
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But down here, Christ, Heaven it can't stand a chance
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and you make me so sick for murdering Slovik
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For having no tug of your war
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You never would listen
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A surrogate has risen
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For The Taking
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