(parts of victims organs)
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(they will give you better style)
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(attach the platemail to your insides)
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blistered by the fire
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(keep your victims confined)
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caught in the threshold
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(to meager)
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man the armory
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(rations)
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dressed in our
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(those in your basement)
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last attire castle walls
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(keep them confined to meager rations)
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falling down around us all
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(I stashed the platemail under the file cabinet)
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and then when you go to sleep
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I hope you wake up knowing
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that you were meant for all of this
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first, take time to breath you dont need me
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you don't need anything its a wonder
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how we're all under attack from everything always
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and I'm willing to die to save your life
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I know that you feel the same towards me
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this is the last thing you'll remember
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(we can't go wrong)
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(Just hand me the best tongs)
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(paid our dues and now we're gone)
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(we can't go wrong just hand me the best tongs)
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(we can't go wrong now)
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you're saddened to see
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everything that's come so far is falling
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right into reach but you're still scared of this rain
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(lance her eyes)
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(and take one of those dream vacations)
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(lance her eyes)
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(and take one of those moonlit ocean walks)
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blood stains my blade from taking hearts as ornaments
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(wear parts of victims organs)
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(they will give you better style)
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(parts of victims organs just lance her eyes)
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The Robot Vs. The Heroin Battle Of Vietnam
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| Dance Gavin Dance |
