Make a mockery of the courts, receive your sentence, and take the fall.
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The Strata Council sees your face and decides to declare you 'a doll.'
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That's ok, yes it's finea˘ć|
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You've been the same, most every timea˘ć|
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A sick priest will learn to last forevera˘ć|
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Molly begets herself.
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She plans a merger with The Scene.
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An insider breathes word of this and, surprise!, it turns to steama˘ć|
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That's ok, yes it's finea˘ć|
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He's been the same, most every timea˘ć|
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A sick priest will learn to last forevera˘ć|
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Founding Fathers, oh what have you found?
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Your daughter's face, a sweet embrace, and a commoner's less than sacred
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Placea˘ć|
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Take it back, there's a world underground!
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In spite of Western Sacrifice, we auction off the sword.
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But Damascus never asked us to write a song about being bored with Our Lady Of This Immaculate Currencya˘ć|
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Gut yourself!
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It's a one-man job on the altar of the Beast.
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To make it legal, Wilhelm's bride goes bulemic at the feast.
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That's ok, yes it's finea˘ć|
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She's been the same, most every timea˘ć|
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A sick priest will learn to last forevera˘ć|
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Founding Fathers, oh what have you found?
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Sick Priest Learns To Last Forever
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