One and a-two and a-three
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Tumors seem like something you would collect
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And poison seems like something you would take
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In the offensive ways of all flesh
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I am not ready
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And cannot accept
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That it is spread like a cancer
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Goodnight, goodnight
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Don’t look, sweet old friend
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Don’t look, little sister
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Don’t answer, knock, knock, knock
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Don’t answer
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Only answer for your fear of God
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Don’t answer for the nothings else
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Ye, o night, o night, o night
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Get away, ye, o night
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Get off, get back, get off, o night
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It is in fact maybe magnificent
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In the bosoms of Abraham
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I will behead all the saints
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I will behead all the stars
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Let lightning strike where it will
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Coco-nuts, ba-nay-nays
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Flowering vines in revolt
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Let there be peace
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And let it begin with thee
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I am not ready and I cannot accept
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I am not ready and I cannot accept
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I am not ready and I cannot accept
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Bl-bl-bl-bl-bl-bl-bl-bl
Bl-bl-bl-bl-bl-bl-bl-bl
Bl-bl-bl-bl-bl-bl-bl-bl-bl-bl-bl-bl
Bl-bl-bl-bl-bl-bl-bl-bl-bl-bl-bl-bl
Bl-bl-bl-bl-bl, bl-bl-bl-bl-bl
Bl-bl-bl-bl-bl-bl-bl-bl
Bl-bl-bl, bl-bl-bl, bl-bl-bl
Bl-bl-bl-bl-bl-bl-bl-bl-bl-bl-bl-bl, bl-bl, bl-bl, bl-bl
Maybe you can revolt
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If you can’t revolt
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Bl-bl-bl-bl-bl-bl-bl-bl
Bl-bl-bl-bl-bl-bl-bl-bl
Bl-bl-bl-bl-bl-bl-bl-bl-bl-bl-bl-bl
Bl-bl-bl-bl-bl-bl-bl-bl-bl-bl-bl-bl
Bl-bl-bl-bl-bl, bl-bl-bl-bl-bl
Bl-bl-bl-bl-bl-bl-bl-bl
Bl-bl-bl, bl-bl-bl, bl-bl-bl
Bl-bl-bl-bl-bl-bl-bl-bl-bl-bl-bl-bl
Chunks of your forearm
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Chunks of your scalp
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Chunks of your hunch
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Now in a dumpster or in a sandwich
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Your hairpiece perched upon your head
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As if dropped from the ceiling by accident
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Never not at worry
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And now, never not blonde
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Oh, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
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Let her be reborn as something unruinable
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A meteor, a mushroom, a kakapo
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A sparkling out of control
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