A. In thirteen seconds
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B. Nineteen sank, while six would swim
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C. Five would grow and one was dead
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¡°It¡¯s been thirteen seconds
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Since you all last said
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I¡¯ve become the apparition
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You predicted for my death
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You said that flirting brings you
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Closer to the end
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You can bait into the water
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But you¡¯ll never get the hint
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And like a stain of bricks goes
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Dancing by your head
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Plucked from an icebox
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Grafted on my skin
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My coat has hid the marks
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Mink hits the shovel fix
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Near the sway of pendulums
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Boar abrasions and a kiss¡±
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She said, ¡°I¡¯ll never let them hurt you
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I¡¯ll never let them in
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What you took from me is mine
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What is mine I¡¯ll never give¡±
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Mascara glass in the molar weeds
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Herash,a serpent infancy
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His eye patch pussed a gap of sand
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Into his shine a sedative
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More and more the dirt collects
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You¡¯ll never find her body now
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Her closet festered in a secret air
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Blonde underneath a blackened hair
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He never knew the colony
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Gestated in his bed
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Mingle with the carnivores you¡¯ve something both in common now
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Till one day his wasted breath
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Swollen throat and karma debt
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Set foot inside a parlor, to find her drunken by receipts
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He held her by the ankles
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Gutted at the navel, yes gutted and depraved
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He tied a rope around her legs
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And let her hang for seven days
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[Chorus]</i> This never happened, but I saw you leave,
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And crawl into a bed of broken windows
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Frances The Mute
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| Mars Volta |
