Lucian,
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Im so tired of flesh and blood
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My lord has grown so vile
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Shamefullness descends upon the shoulders
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Kicking the corpse untill the fun wares off
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Bleeding septums and S41
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Talking needs to the sun comes up
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Rich boys they just need a hand or hand down
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From papa
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Wouldnt it be too divine
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With a start, middle and an end
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Wouldnt it be too divine
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If we could see a way out
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Wouldnt it be too divine
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With a start, middle and an end
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Wouldnt it be too divine
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If we could see a way out
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Theres a blizzard in the after hours bars
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Raining my way down the strand
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Who are these fags in the red bow ties
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ruining it for the rest of us
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Self content for the young, the younger beset
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that history will always eat itself
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Rich boys they just need a hand
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or a good old fashioned war
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Wouldnt it be too divine
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With a start, middle and an end
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Wouldnt it be too divine
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If we could see a way out
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Wouldnt it be too divine
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With a start, middle and an end
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Wouldnt it be too divine
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If we could see a way out
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Idea For A Story
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