you always outride the same outside
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and be refused by entry, cut down high
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you'll be beside yourself, and criminal elements dig
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the underground that stalemate to thyself the plane outside
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forego the frenzy now, it seems the edge is torn and cracked
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licking, cutting, freezing for the longest time
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in short the ill will be in dream
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and water flow that whole thing heats up inbetween us both
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sent of disseverence
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the flame that used to fall between us is the deficit
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they climb the sinking side
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indifferent elsewhere hangs its hardened head above us on the edge
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Point Blank
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Pigface |