like miracles
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like clock work, and like miracles
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you witnessed halos,
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but you failed to see its horns.
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the illusion of intellegence
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a continous sounding bell
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can you feel the interruptions in the air?
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can you feel the static?
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ive never seen you like this
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seen you
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yeah, well thats what i said
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drive drive the vultures home
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youre killing me, just bury me
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yeah, well thats what i said
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i said exactly what i meant
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youre killing me, just bury me
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holy ghosts, and talk show hosts
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how i panic as you fail
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your consience is a wolf,
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walls are being built
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deception wears its veil
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and time is fleeting
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her love just will not last
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and far from men you hang and sway
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with no defender
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and in the height of this carefree crowd
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time is fleeting
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her love just will not last
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i will not sleep
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while you are throwing anchors
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to a drowing generation
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yeah, well thats what i said
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drive drive the vultures home
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youre killing me, just bury me
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yeah, well thats what i said
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and i said exactly what i meant
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youre killing me, just bury me
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yeah well thats what i said
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yeah well thats what i said
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yeah well thats what i said
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yeah well thats what i said
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hell is empty, the devils are here
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hell is empty, the devils are here
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i, i will never sleep
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Blueprints For Future Homes
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| Norma Jean |
