How much do you make
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in that death factory
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Severance owned in the chamber of revolvers
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Empty jails fall from my scalp
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shake the globe and let me out
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Still I can remember the day
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that they took you from me
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Seems like I've been running
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from your trenchant memory
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Harpsickle will warn me when its over
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Cause if heaven breathes
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then someone trade places with me
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Cause I don't want to tear feathers instead of rags
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Instead of rags
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When do I get to see the body preserved inside this grin
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sewn in the lips were her last words
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I'll be damned I can still hear her laughing
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Your angels have tangled their brass again
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the comfort of doubt, still it keeps you thin
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And still I can remember the day that they took you from me
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Seems like I've been running
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from your trenchant memory
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Harpsickle will warn me when its over
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Cause if heaven breathes
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then someone trade places with me
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Cause I don't want to tear feathers instead of rags
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Instead of rags
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Does your temperature ache?
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Is your glass about to break?
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Are you purple with current?
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Will you now become the servant?
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Gordian knots in the powerlines
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saucer fills to empty with pesticide
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Like the Pharaohs of old,
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bury me in gold
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I'll make your son refuse to fight
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in the stalk home setting that we provide
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If your heart does cease to speak
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my fingernail choir will make your chalkboard sing
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Luciforms
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| Mars Volta |
