What did you say?
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Don't speak.
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You nailed down all your words on me.
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And it felt like a blind guide.
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Leading me into quicksand.
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So fight fair, fight fair.
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Not all you hear is noise.
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Fight fair [x4]
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I've earthed this seed so many times.
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Deeply held in this skin of bark.
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Branches made of ash and forests born aflame.
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Restless and full of poison.
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Shattered by a sea of dialogue.
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Rabid speech, like dogs with teeth.
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Words like a beggar.
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That don't speak, that don't speak.
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Crouched and bent out of shape.
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Rip this tongue out by the root.
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And shake, shake these walls of this pale grave.
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A blaze, a blaze is set upon the hills.(x6)
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An open grave from which a great forest will rise, the fire collapses.
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The corpses I've made.
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This should not be.
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Oh, how we curse.
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Tongue is a flame.
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Let there be grace.
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With words like a beggar [x2]
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That don't speak [x5]
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Rip this tongue out by the root.
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And shake these walls of this pale grave.
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A blaze, a blaze is set upon the hills. [x2]
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Fight fair [x13]
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A Small Spark vs. A Great Forest
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| Norma Jean |
