my hand asleep for hours
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waiting for the needles to begin
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i have no control
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they proceed to penetrate my skin
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acting as your slave i drink for amber waves
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i never have embraced
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acting as your slave i drink an open grave
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an epitaph defaced
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killing with compassion
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she hasn't heard a word that i have said
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swallowing your passion
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i can see a thousand miles ahead
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acting as your slave i drink for barricades
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that i have often raised
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acting as your slave i numb my head and rave
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of epitaphs defaced
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acting as your slave i drink while she forgave
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with trials left unfaced
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acting as your slave i stumble to her grave
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an epitaph defaced
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acting as your slave
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| The Verve Pipe |
