"Slow Song"
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By Senses Fail
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It's 4 am and we will stalk again
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The princess and your bitter queen.
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On the fourth day of july
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Deep in summer's eye,
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Naked like the truth should always be.
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So speak your mind.
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(Don't follow, with your foot)
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All this pain here.
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(All comes from, your trial)
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I won't listen.
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(Your memory, is bleeding)
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My lies are faced with blue.
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Coming straight from off the wires
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Southern face and drunken father
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Crying as shes carving in her flesh
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And It's 4 am and we will stalk again
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The princess and your bitter queen.
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On the fourth day of July
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Deep in summer's eye,
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Naked like the truth should always be.
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This falls on
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(All palm trees, and trash heaps)
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This burning bed
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(Where my eyes, will not sleep)
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Watching romance from a far,
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See bleeding from the glass on my feet
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Learning that I love the smell of flesh.
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And it's 4 am and we will stalk again
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The princess and your bitter queen.
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On the fourth day of July
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Deep in summer's eye,
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Naked like the truth should always be.
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An angel, on his two knees.
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Arms stretched, toward a red sea
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Of violence, and assultry done.
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The scenic, view of carnage
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Caused by, the sword in his hands
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The beauty resonates in birth.
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Its plain to see, the wind beneath the trees.
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Flowing free, the summer breeze is sweet.
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But in this place, I'm choked by my own air.
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I love the taste, of your blackened lips.
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It's 4 am and we will stalk again
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The princess and your bitter queen.
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On the fourth day of July
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Deep in summer's eye,
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Naked like the truth should always be.
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Slow Song
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| Senses Fail |
