Here is the world, they'll try to sell you
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Here is the ache barbiturate
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They'll have your eyes and they will hang your view so high
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Minus the world we'd find forgiveness
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Minus the world she'd find her self
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Minus the walls, she wouldn't hang her view
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So low
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White of their eyes
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Shadow and plague
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Those creatures we portray
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Born into this
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Unbearable mess
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This bankruptcy her and I have left
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Paradox, conundrum, irony
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Minus need you are going cold
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Minus belief we are growing old
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Minus our fears she is outspoken
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Minus our hands she is clean
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But in filth, we destroy purity once conceived
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Sorrow and shame
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Tangled and maimed
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Indebted endlessly
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Heir to the day
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Of depravity
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She'll have to make believe tranquility
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Minus the world we leave
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Minus the world we leave
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Minus the world we leave
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Minus
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Bad Astronaut |