I'm bolted from within
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from long conniving heights
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The hail it makes a special sound
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that always stays into the night
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She tells me I'm not capable
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of what they accuse me
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with no remorse
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i stand and say that
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guilty is what I plead
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My devil makes me dream
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like no other mortal dreams
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With a blank eye corner
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The only way to see him
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in the tunnel where he slept
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By the longest tusk of corridors
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Numb below the neck
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in my heart
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Where he keeps them
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in a vault of devil daughters
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When I bend in kicking form
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with twilight as my guide
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In every home
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the ghost veins gossip
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You can hear them if you try
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When my quill begins to squirm
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from the ashes in your urn
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Your deviance is anything but faithful
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My devil makes me dream
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like no other mortal dreams
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With a blank eye corner
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The only way to see him
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in the tunnel where he slept
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By the longest tusk of corridors
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Numb below the neck
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in my heart
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Where he keeps them
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in a vault of devil daughters
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Every body
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hangs like dead leaves
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Don't you hurt these
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branches waiting
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I've been watching
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you fall to me
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Don't desert me
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I'm not waiting
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My devil makes me dream
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like no other mortal dreams
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With a blank eye corner
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the only way to see him
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in the tunnel where he slept
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By the longest tusk of corridors
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Numb below the neck
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in my heart
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Where he keeps them
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in a vault of devil daughters
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With Twilight as my Guide
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Mars Volta |