Our fathers can hardly understand us anymore.
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Abandon your straightened thoughts.
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Forget the jewelers and their priceless songs.
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Can¡¯t you hear yourselves disappearing into the arms of mother/father?
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Keep your immature pretensions, your love-affair affections to yourselves.
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Behind my back my elitist die has been cast down upon the unsuspecting masses.
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Forgive them, lord, for they know what they do.
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Are you going deaf?
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I will bite off the hand that force-feeds me.
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Free me¡¦ Feed me.
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I walk silently past the ballroom the commotion.
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I don¡¯t know these dances, I am an Old Romantic.
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I sing the old songs, I bleed the old blood.
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Would you want to waltz with me?
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Can¡¯t you hear me screaming until my throat is raw?
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Until Hell freezes
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Over
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My dead body will I let the Ravens reign down upon us,
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Always blinding with their refuse and shame.
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You¡¯ll have to pry their words from my cold dead lips.
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There¡¯s a storm-a-brewin¡¯, the smell is intoxicating.
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We¡¯re sick, so sick of this town.
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Raze it to the heavens,
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Burn it to the fucking ground.
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Street Rat's Eyes
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| A Girl A Gun A Ghost |
