there is a time when some of us are healed
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there is a time you`re clean and undersealed
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there is a time it almost looks like fun
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there is a time for the bullet of a gun
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no one here drinks water
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none of us are sane
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if you pretend you`re my daughter
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we do it again and again
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no one here is praying
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`cause no one here is god
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and every word we are saying
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might as well be put in blood
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there is a time when worms revel in me
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there is a time for a pigfaced reality
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there is a time and it`s usually the afternoon
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there is a time and i hope it will be damn soon
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Dust Is Our Fare
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| Tiamat |
