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For the love, I'd fallen on |
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in the swampy August dawn |
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what a mischief you would bring young darling! |
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when the onus is not all your own |
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when you're up for it before you've grown |
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from the faun forever gone |
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in the towers of your honeycomb |
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I'd a tore your hair out just to climb back darling |
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when you're filling out your only form |
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can you tell that it's just ceremon' |
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now you've added up to what you're from |
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build your tether rain-out from your fragments… |
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break the sailor's table on your sacrum… |
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**** the fiercest fables, I'm with Hagen |
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for the love, comes the burning young |
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from the liver, sweating through your tongue |
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well, you're standing on my sternum |
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don't you climb down darling |
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oh the sermons are the first to rest |
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smoke on Sundays when you're drunk and dressed |
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out the hollows where the swallow nests |
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