cowardice muscles turn to torture
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the waking time is low
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inbetween the cut from top to bottom of control
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a many taste vents screaming blindface at the real disease
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form collapsing red sky revealed, caught up in the breeze
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they grow, I know, anxious cracked the dawn in circles in the floor
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it's there appeared in seconds only slipping murder web
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sleeping under glass decisions where the only light ways crack
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a many little sisters breed in force field unity
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genetic arms unfold braving night for lunacy
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they grow, I know, anxious cracked the dawn in circles in the floor
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hey stop i'll take her place, enter due hole
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and circles celebrated slavery for sake
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uncoils the run of blood of gravity and hate
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they grow, I know anxious cracked the dawn in circles in the floor
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they grow, I know anxious cracked the dawn in circles in the floor
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Little Sisters
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