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45 lines
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They provide their nectar and then I am released.
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I am a grain of sand,
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underneath the floor and so far out of reach,
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but I am safe from harm.
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Against this shelter they are always hammering.
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Against these ears they are always deafening.
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I too know an angry language.
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Our pain is always,
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accurate and striving to evade,
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its only design.
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It wants to strike you down,
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to fall into its arms again.
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Blood is thicker than water,
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but which one did you drink?
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What I know was divided and broken down,
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by the ignorance of others.
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Spoken from their lips,
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but with the lungs of another.
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Sounds great,
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but tastes like blood.
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These rumor sessions are assembled by us all... by us all.
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They are the earth and we are the breath of life.
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Your pain is always,
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accurate and striving to evade,
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its only design.
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I want to strike you down,
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to fall into my arms again.
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Blood is thicker than water,
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but which one did you drink?
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Did you drink?
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Put down that retribution.
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I don't need your absolution.
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Name A Media Friendly Turn for the Worse
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Artist Norma Jean
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Album Meridional
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