hooray-let's go
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all gods of iron must suffer corrosion
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there is but one truth so no pairs can thrive
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fear of damnation - preserve what is pure
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mom & dad: implosion
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they are a couple so which one must die?
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under his eyes, under the
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shadow of the gods of reason
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under his wings, he looks all
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flowers but he's reared by owls
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my hands; can't say
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which is the owl and which is of god
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black wings: red-lead
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paint my arm; they must know there's but one
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formaldehyde bath
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all gods of flesh do smell in the dogdays
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their flesh is one; I can't meet their eyes
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fear of damnation preserves the deformed
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breaks; don't move
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- we hunt like rats but we die as mice
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under his eyes, under the
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shadow of the gods of reason
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under his wings, he looks all
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flowers but he's reared by owls
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close eye
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paint it black, they must know there's but one
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don't sleep
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when darkness comes he splits them and hunt
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under his eyes, under the
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shadow of the gods of reason
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under his wings, he looks all
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flowers but he's reared by owls
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and in my ears the consonants of
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death crushing all objections
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and in my claws the lost faith
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coming home
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The Dog Days
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Comecon |