A coarse exhalation of lungs that pray for pity
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My two fingers punching the keys diligently
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Trembling ground pushed my glass off the table
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Spilling the blood of the son of your idol
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If it were not for the extensive bug collection
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I would know not what Ive found
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This world would still be flat
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Mary would be a virgin
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And I would still be sleeping sound
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If every word is a dead symbol empowered by the carriers expression
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I'll bury my instrument citing this incident
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I'm a flickering bulb that keeps blaming the filament
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The most honest telling of this boyish fable
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Is that on level ground
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I'm never feeling stable
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Ive got to try to outlast this candle
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Or trust department to fight the inferno
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If it were not for this extensive bug collection
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I would know not what I've found
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This world would still be flat
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Mary would be a virgin
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And I would still be sleeping sound
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Its an endless quest to maintain
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When no one is ever right
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And out of the fertile plains
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We bathe in the fractured rays of
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Sun sunlight sun sunlight
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And if it were not for this extensive bug collection
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I would know not what I've found
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This world would still be flat
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And Mary would still be a virgin
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I would still be sleeping sound
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They say this country was based
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Hard work and integrity
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And whats been done
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That's a lie
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It was built on murder man
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Mayhem
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Slavery
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Oppression
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Lies
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Stealing
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And tyranny
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As a baseline
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A Goat In Sheep's Rosary
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From Autumn To Ashes |