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>From the bowery to the brimstone, I tried to find your heart.
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With drugs of initiation, bottom of the barrel that drops.
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I understand your causes, sympathize the motivation.
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 But all the details of this war are just self-infatuation.

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One Two Three, Nothing's for free
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Four Five Six, Pick up the sticks and go home.
D(9)                E             D(9)
     You better own up to me yeah

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Manic blood runs thick my friend, are you looking for a clean escape?
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What's left when the locks have all been broken, young children of authority?
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How long can you be agile, dancing between the altar and the mercy seat?
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Here's a chance to make a choice, are you aware of the fire beneath your feet?

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One Two Three, Nothing's for free
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Four Five Six, Pick up the sticks and go home.

                      Em
the basement lies within us,          the fear comes through the door
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  there's nothing left between us,         the fear becomes a roar

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Once that wheel is in motion, don't lose what you have found.
     E                        D(9)                     E                     D(9)
I'm talking about the burning wheel of tongues, everything that makes it go around.
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We're all born in the devil's scorn, they want to see you die.
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I'm asking you: Are you true?  Everything they say is a lie.

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One Two Three, Nothing's for free
 E             D(9)                       E
Four Five Six, Pick up the sticks and go home.
D(9)                E
     You better own up to me yeah


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|    submitted  by     |  It would help if you could die                  |
|     jonas reitz      |    something fast and tragic at an early age. . .|
| jreitz@cats.ucsc.edu |          -Alice Donut                            |
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