I made a tomb for all the incompatible cells I could take,
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And I brought bells to the wake.
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And you... you didn't mind shedding your beautiful European blood
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As I screamed: "death to the murderers we've loved all our lives!"
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I was good with names, I had a way with faces
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And I was the dominant theme in a number of places.
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And you... you didn't mind... mixing your beautiful European oils
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For a still life. Oh Candice, we should've run for our lives!
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When I'm at war I insist on a slaughter,
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And getting it on with the hangman's daughter.
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She needs release. She needs to feel at ease with her father,
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The fucking maniac.
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I made a tomb for all the incompatible cells I could take,
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And I brought bells to the wake. And you...
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you didn't mind shedding your beautiful European blood
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As I screamed: "death to the murderers we've loved all our lives!"
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Desperate times call for desperate measures.
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I wanted you, I wanted these treasures, too.
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European Oils
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| Destroyer |
