nothing breeds more contempt for this world
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than memories now formed
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every moment a new seed
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is grown to no reason the trouble unfolds
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for the trials of today
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i'm no jury really don't care how you feel
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the pleasant notion of miraculous change
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drifts into multiple jeers
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you want the good life
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you break your back
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you snap your fingers, you snap your neck
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seconds drip thru my hands
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washed of moments unborn
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all the spaces between bleed
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a tribute to a sacrament never exposed
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a message to the forces,
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I've no pity don't know how thankful to feel
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expectations of my daily bread
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gives me the hunger to steal
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you want the good life
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you break your back
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you snap your fingers, you snap your neck
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Snap Your Fingers Snap Your Neck
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Prong |