And it's 4am and we will stalk again
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The princess and her bitter queen.
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On the 4th day of July
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Deep in summers eye,
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Naked like the truth should always be.
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So speak your knives.
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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 dry lung)
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I won't listen
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(Your rhetoric is fleeting)
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My lies are fixed with glue.
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Coming straight from off the water
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Sunburned face and drunken father
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Crying as she's carving in her flesh.
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And it's 4am and we will stalk again
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The princess and her bitter queen.
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On the 4th day of July
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Deep in summers eye,
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Naked like the truth should always be.
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This false art
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(Of palm trees and trash heaps)
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This burning bed
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(Where my ghost will now sleep)
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Watching romance from a far seat
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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 4am and we will stalk again
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The princess and her bitter queen.
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On the 4th day of July
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Deep in summers 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 towards the red sea
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Of violence and a sultry tongue
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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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It's plain to see the wind beneath the trees.
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Flowing free, the summer breeze is sweet.
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I lay in space choked by my own air.
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I love the taste of your blackened lips.
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And it's 4am and we will stalk again
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The princess and her bitter queen.
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On the 4th day of July
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Deep in summers eye,
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Naked like the truth should always be
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NJ Falls Into The Atlantic
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Senses Fail |