our histories, they hold no apologies
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and how we suffer what we can't, what we won’t let go
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you sad little man, you scared little girl
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you're passing torches pissed out long ago
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so long ago
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choke this beast on the cord which it feeds
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(hand over fist, sew up your wrists, live to shine again)
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oh, my mother, I’ll see you hurt no more
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you sad little man, you scared little girl
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you seal your fates with the weight
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of your fears and your failures
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choke this beast on the cord which it feeds
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oh, my brother, I’ll see you raped no more
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Dying By Degrees
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| Planes Mistaken For Stars |
