70 lines
1.1 KiB
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70 lines
1.1 KiB
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This is my home, this is my own
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We don't like no strangers
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Raise the kids good, beat the kids good
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And tie them up
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Spread it wide, my wife, my life
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Push the camera deeper
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I can use, I abuse, my muse, I made them all
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This machine
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Is there to please
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Strip the soul
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Fill the hole
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A fire to feed
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A belt to bleed
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Strip the soul
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Kill them all
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They are not gone, they are not gone
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They are only sleeping
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In graves, in ways, in clay
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Underneath the floor
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Building walls, overalls, getting bored
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I got faulty wiring
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Brick it up now, brick it up now
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But keep the bones
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This machine
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Is there to please
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Strip the soul
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Fill the hole
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A fire to feed
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(Do you want)
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A belt to bleed
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(A western home)
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Strip the soul
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(In the)
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Kill them all
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(Rubble)
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(Do you want a western home in the rubble?)
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This machine
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Is there to please
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Strip the soul
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Fill the hole
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This machine
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Is there to please
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Strip the soul
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Fill the hole
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This machine
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Is there to please
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Strip the soul
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Fill the hole
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Strip the soul
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Fill the hole
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Strip the soul
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Fill the hole
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Strip the soul
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Fill the hole
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Name Strip The Soul
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Artist Porcupine Tree
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Album In Absentia
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