They provide their nectar and then I am released.
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I am a grain of sand underneath the floor and so far out of reach, but I am safe from harm.
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Against this shelter they are always hammering, against these ears they are always deafening.
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I too know an angry language. Our pain is always accurate and striving to evade its only design.
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It wants to strike you down to fall into its arms again.
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Blood is thicker than water, but which one did you drink?
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Oh...
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What I know was divided and broken down by the ignorance of others.
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Spoken from their lips, but with the lungs of another.
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Sounds great but tastes like blood.
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These rumor sessions are assembled by us all... by us all.
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They are the earth and we are the breath of life.
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Your pain is always accurate and striving to evade its only design.
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I want to strike you down to fall into my arms again.
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Blood is thicker than water, but which one did you drink... did you drink?
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Put down that retribution. I don't need your absolution. Yeah...
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Put down that retribution. I don't need your absolution.
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Put down that retribution. I don't need your absolution... No... No... No...
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A Media Friendly Turn For The Worse
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Norma Jean Band |