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Psyche
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Psyche
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Well I can't understand.
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I was your holy man
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I was your fool of desire
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I was our biter green soul...crucified
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Psyche. Thousand miles away. Pain
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Psyche. Blows my mine away.
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I been searchlng so long.
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Like some silver centipede song
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Well if you so deny me.
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Ckuy me up inside and crucify me
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Psyche. Thousand miles away. Pain
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Psyche. Blows my mine away.
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The years come and kill me.
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So completely
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Every man just cannot be.
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Hurt so sweetly
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Why did you come unto me?
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And then fool me?
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Every body got to be.
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My judge and jury
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Psyche. Blows my mide away. Pain
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Psyche. Miles and miles away. Pain
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Thr tears cannot fill me.
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Oh so sweetly
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Every man just cannot be.
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Destrouyed completely
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Why did you come unto me.
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And the foll me?
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Everybody gonna be our jrdge and jury
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Psyche
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Psyche....
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Psyche thousand miles away.
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Scream so loud.
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Let it our.
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Can't stand you liderty
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Psyche. Like a winter's Day. Pain
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Scream so loud. LetT it our.
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Can't stand you livraty
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Psyche.
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Scream so loud. Let it our.
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Can't stand you liberty
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Psyche.
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Like some wintrr's day
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