We are all meant to stand in a line
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eyes forward
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arms to the side
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and when your turn comes bow out gracefully
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I know what you've come for and your game
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you'd better believe that I came to play
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Double talk cross the line chatter doesn't matter
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I've heard that before
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and when our turn comes
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we will take this day while this little angel sleeps
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his head all filled with dreams
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a desperate soul does scream please take me away
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spirit drenched
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a moment spent contemplating a sacrament
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hell awaits for those who take from the one whose soul creates
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his visions ride on angels wings
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his words are like a summer's breeze
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heaven sent and mostly bent restraint
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and compassion are already spent
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The Way Of The Leeches
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| Bloodlet |
