The whole towns slippin down a hill.
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Like the spine of something dead.
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Slide in shadow cobble-creep.
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Burn your mark and leave.
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The trench conventions yellow eyes
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Follow her the local flower
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The girls a priest (to me at least)
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Since baptism peroxide.
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And fear is not respect. Correct.
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But it's the best you're gonna get
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Sharp blow to the bridge of the nose
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Sharp blow and anything goes.
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Little Beast
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