Hey it's your blood
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That makes my veins run
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It's true, so I tried to give it back to you
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Young one, look at me
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It's not your beast to leash
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Oh don't hold more than you can stand to carry
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Must of been the case
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Hysterical strength
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To stand up while the room moved off its axis
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Old man look at me
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Through the teeth of your grief
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Oh don't grab more than you can stand to carry
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Cause you went off to see no one else could see
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and left more than we could stand to bury
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Hysterical Strength
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| St. Vincent |
