To this point in life we've had no experience
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And it feels like we're smashed beyond recognition
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Bleak sections of thoughts a contrast to my hope
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This is a form of tribute to the world you're digging in
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I see my enemy, not a good comunity.
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Separated by filthy worms we're getting smaller and smaller
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And isolated as we're following the pilgrim path
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Fields and narrow walleyes lays upon us with hate
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You're the cream of my dream and nothing can come between.
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I see my enemy, not a good comunity.
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Only death can come between us and the heavenly earth.
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Only death can come between us and the heavenly earth.
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To this point in life we've had no experience
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And it feels like we're smashed beyond recognition
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Bleak sections of thoughts a contrast to my hope
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This is a form of tribute to the world you're digging in
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I see my enemy, not a good comunity.
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Tribute
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| Raised Fist |
