The myriad choices of his fate
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Set themselves out upon a plate
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For him to choose
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What had he to lose
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Not a ghost bloodied country
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All covered with sleep
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Where the black angel did weep
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Not an old city street in the east
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Gone to choose
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And wandering's brother
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Walked on through the night
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With his hair in his face
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On a long splintered cut from the knife of G.T.
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The rally man's patter ran on through the dawn
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Until we said so long
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To his skull-shrill yell
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Shining brightly red-rimmed and
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Red-lined with the time
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Infused with the choice of the mind
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On ice skates scraping chunks
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From the bells
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Cut mouth bleeding razor's
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Forgetting the pain
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Antiseptic remains cool goodbye
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So you fly
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To the cozy brown snow of the east
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Gone to choose, choose again
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Sacrificials remains make it hard to forget
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Where you come from
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The stools of your eyes
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Serve to realize fame, choose again
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And roverman's refrain of the sacrilege recluse
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For the loss of a horse
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Went the bowels and a tail of a rat
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Come again, choose to go
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And if Epiphany's terror reduced you to shame
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Have your head bobbed and weaved
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Choose a side to be on
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If the stone glances off
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Split didactics in two
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Leave the colors of the mouse trails
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Don't scream, try between
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If you choose, if you choose, try to lose
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For the loss of remain come and start
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Start the game I che che che che I
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Che che ka tak koh
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Choose to choose
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Choose to choose, choose to go
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The Black Angel's Death Song
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| The Velvet Underground |
