the air raids at night, are keeping things serene.
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the president's men are closing in on me.
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and the crosshair grin you hold me in still doest not propose an argument
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convincing me to shed the devil's clothes.
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electrodes to spine.
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tongeuning my wounds clean.
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that's when the nightmare stops.
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oh yeah I had a dream, I had a dream.
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it went - shackled to the lover of another in a chapel so pristine.
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baptisted as atheists.
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I never felt so clean.
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the more I hear dove's cry, the less I want to fly.
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the more I hear them crying out...
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when does the seizure end?
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when does the cyanide kick in?
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I'd like to hike you up over this waste of love and back again.
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oh my mistress sweet distress your dress is bringing it all back to me.
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and we are closer then whores caught up in a roundabout in hell.
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twilight isnt in the dark on this one you can play me out on the hotel floor.
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the more I hear doves cry.
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this is where the plot it thickens.
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not behind the ribs but below the truth.
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you can use your sleuth, cause I'm begging for proof.
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when does the seizure end?
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when does the cyanide kick in?
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I'd like to hike you up over this waste of love and back again.
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oh my mistress sweet distress your dress is bringing it all back to me.
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and we are closer then whores caught up in a roundabout.
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no need to run away.
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the pig was snuffed and laid.
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we say this happening all on the front page.
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this is the last time we bet on landmines.
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we've got a lot riding on this one.
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so save your bullets for the call back.
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we've got a lot riding on this one.
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Don't turn your back, 'till you see the blood flow black
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Daylight Bombings
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| The Bled |
