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and with the early dawn moving right along, couldn't buy an eyeful of sleep. and in the aching night under satellites, i was not received. built with stolen parts, a telephone in my heart. someone get me a priest to put my mind to bed, this ringing in my head. is this a cure or is this a disease?
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you wanted the truth even if it could hurts you. that's so human of you, so disgusting.
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think of it however you want. after all, you'll misunderstood me if i explain it anyway.
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i'd say the most religious shit to myself just to piss myself off by knowing that i'll burn in every single one of them.
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your Messiah doesn't love you. he despised you by believing in god that is inside you.
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3:57 i know we'll live again although it's just a feeling. i know we'll never end, now there is no beginning. and when it's cold at night, i'll kiss your velvet sleeve. i know we'll never end, i'll keep you company.
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i couldn't stop myself. i knew i'd do it again, but i could heal myself if i could feel your skin. and if i comprehend this moment, i know we'll live again. and if i heal your wound, we will make love again. and now we're slipping through this millennium. we should feel sorry for the people. and can i kiss your skin? and there is hunger in the desert, and missiles in the sky, and every soul is interwoven before the wrong or right.
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play this song for a Christian and you don't have to kill yourself anymore, they will do it for you instead.
