| Time is never a healer
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| You view the hourglass in this light
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| In a portent of removing logic
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| You took my head and built a supermarket on it
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| Digging while dusk still showed
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| And the marching band was just another fucking mirage
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| Or a car key
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| A car key to help us flee the hole
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| In a pretence of inducing vomit
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| You took my head and built a supermarket on it
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| Trying to keep it low
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| A shattered ghoul, you hurl the mountain
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| Across the edge of fratricide
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| A shattered ghoul, you hurl the mountain
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| Until I’ve got nowhere to hide, hide, hide.
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| In the heart of the base machine
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| You can entertain yourself
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| Entertain what you know
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| And it came and it blew out my fucking brain
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| Un-candescently take the best of me
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| Turn me into a child
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| I’ll try to take it, hide into you
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| Don’t try to take it and watch it surround
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| I’ll try to take it, hide into you
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| Lord, protect me from the violence
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| Oh my darling…
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| Time, it’s a fickle thing
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| Through days, months and minutes
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| We forget how to sing
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| A skyline envelopes the east
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| And western misfortune is freely erased
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| A truncation of Caeser’s might
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| We came, we saw, we set up our lives
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| To beg, to cheat, to lie, to steal
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| The parts of you that make up the forgotten sides
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| Give me a wall!
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| Give me a wall!
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| Give me a wall!
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| A shattered ghoul, you hurl the mountain
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| Across the edge of fratricide
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| A shattered ghoul, you hurl the mountain
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| Until I’ve got nowhere to hide, hide, hide |