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string us together from a fiery furnace, bait us and brand us and lead us and give us a purpose
transform our bodies from an army of angels, package us gently in parcels and ship us in doubles
and sing us to sleep now with ten thousand heart aches, a venomous soiree of glances to bring to the party
and sever your chances to look what's behind you, it's the same inside you, your perfect and mine to hold onto
but that's all, nail your self to the wall, i can tell you're the one who can fall
but thats all the jury is making the call, you wont need to be told that your small
build me a fever from tulips and branches, hidden in mansion and sold to the kings and the dunces
force us to speak now with our tongues strong and twisting, it's the words we are tasting, it's the flavor of moments gone missing
and hoard all the answers in the attics of steeples, dine on the staircase and throw down the bones and the gristle
in biding my chances to look what's behind me, it's the same thing inside me, it's perfectly haunted with meaning
but that's all, give yourselves a call and remind you that you can move on
but thats all the jury has made the call, you can dream but you're gonna wake up
but that's all, nail your self to the wall, i can tell you're the one who can fall
but thats all the jury is making the call, you wont need to be told that your small
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