| This is the same dark place for martyrs
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| Where everyone just wants a piece
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| And it’s for richer or poorer, all breaking bars
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| We all want the same disease
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| Madness in the modern jungle
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| Keeping thirst for when we feast
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| And on the crescent moon, clocked in at noon
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| And everyone can take a seat
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| You say you won’t fall, he loves you more
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| You taste the poison arrow, the poison arrow
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| The poison arrow, the poison arrow
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| You trying to talk back with colors (?)
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| It’s been in 16 shades of grey
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| And in the winter snap built through his back
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| And not a one will wash away
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| When I’m impressed to see your letter
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| I’m often present any time (?)
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| Dishonored rules go back to school
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| And always play the cruelest part
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| You say you won’t fall, he loves you more
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| You taste the poison arrow, the poison arrow
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| The poison arrow, the poison arrow
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| A needle ride comes in the mainline (?)
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| (?)ing my tongue
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| And it was greater than the rush I had
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| When I drink the… wine
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| I saw the (?) in holy visions
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| I saw the (?)
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| But when the gramophones (?)
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| You say you won’t fall, he loves you more
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| You taste the poison arrow, the poison arrow
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| The poison arrow, the poison arrow |