Just as he hit
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The ground
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They lowered a tow that
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Stuck in his neck to the gills
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Fragments of sobriquets
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riddle me this
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three half eaten corneas
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who hit the aureole
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Stalk the ground
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Stalk the ground
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You should have seen
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The curse that flew right by you
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Page of concrete
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Sting walks crutch in hobbled sway
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Auto-da-fe
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A capillary hint of red
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Only this manupod
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Crescent in shape has escaped
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The house half the way
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Fell empty with teeth
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That split both his lips
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Mark these words
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One day this chalk outline will circle this city
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Was he robbed of the asphalt that cushioned his face
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A room colored charlatan
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Hid in a safe
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Stalk the ground
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Stalk the ground
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You should have seen
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The curse that flew right by you
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Page of concrete
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Sting walks crutch in hobbled sway
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Auto-da-fe
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A capillary hint of red
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Only this manupod
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Crescent in shape has escaped
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Pull the pins
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Save your grace
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Mark these words
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On his grave
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[x3]
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You should have seen
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The curse that flew right by you
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Page of concrete
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Sting walks crutch in hobbled sway
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Auto-da-fe
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A capillary hint of red
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Everyone knows the last toes are
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Always the coldest to go
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Televators
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