You take back the curse, but the world just gets worse
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As you wonder about how someone could become
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So fat and so proud off the damage they've done.
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Man, the damage was fun.
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A house is a home.
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Hotels made of skin and bone hold us.
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Father figures continue to scold us.
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Avuncular-at-best in a church of new things.
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He traded the records for rings
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As I sat back and watched what I thought would ensue
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Not ensue.
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Hospitals overflow
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With singers, embittered and pissed.
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Dead-ringers for men whose whereabouts should not be known
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Or be missed.
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No failed revolts,
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No plot from the inside
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Could contend with the prospect or trend towards being discovered before our time.
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With upwards of thirty songs
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All about women and children
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Whose lives will come second to mine.
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You take back the curse, but the girl just gets
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Every rip-off artist to paint a picture of a world at war
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When the world was not at war.
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When the world was not at war.
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When the world was not at war.
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Oh, when the world was not at war
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Thief
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| Destroyer |
