At birth given scars along tender heart liberties
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injustice for awkward living situated casualties
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they lay dead along your floor
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careful not to wake them they're sleeping
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in the morrows good mourning
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the dying will discard the wish to live
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Let this colony know in the name of the dead we're coming
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When I kill her, I'll have her
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Dance upon the graves of the dead, upon your name
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Die white girls, die white girls
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Dance upon the graves of the dead, upon the graves of the dead
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You'll get nothing for something
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arise the hidden war of a dead song, unsung
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the night of your children's day
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beneath the surface sealed by the floors boarded up
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seal the lips of your voice with haste
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and cower at the sounds as they make their way
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surprise speed and malice
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the opposing break the surface hold ready
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Let this colony know in the name of the dead we're coming
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When I kill her, I'll have her
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Dance upon the graves of the dead, upon your name
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Die white girls, die white girls
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Dance upon the graves of the dead, upon the graves of the dead
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Will the killing veil love should the heroes play dumb
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but killing's no fun when the heroes are none
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Let this colony know in the name of the dead we're coming
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Bye, bye world, bye, bye world
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Dance upon the graves of the dead, upon your name
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Die white girls, die white girls
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Dance upon the graves of the dead, upon the graves of the dead
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Bye, bye world, bye, bye world
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Dance upon the graves of the dead, upon your name
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Die white girls, bye, bye world
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Dance upon the graves of the dead, upon the graves of the dead,
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Upon the graves of the dead, upon the graves!
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The Camper Velourium III: Al The Killer
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| Coheed And Cambria |
