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Conscience binds you in chains. Trail by stone hammer and nails. No-one made the holes but me. Misery mourns to be devoured. . Killed God blood soiled unclean again. Killed God blood soiled
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Lifeless dead, that unclean bed. Till or when her hunger's fed. How he'd wished that they would wed. "I promise on our love" she said. Promises were never kept. Alone on dirty floor he slept
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What makes you touch?. What makes you feel?. What makes you stop and smell the roses in an open field?. What makes you unclean?. Yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah, Yeah. Yeah, yeah,. Yeah
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Paralysis through analysis. Yellow moral unclean decay. Silence begins to help me now. The sunshine it fades away. Symbols have now disappeared. How could this happen to me?. How could this
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Paralysis through analysis. Yellow moral unclean decay. Silence begins to help me now. The sunshine it fades away. Symbols have now disappeared. How could this happen to me?. How could this
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Conscience binds you in chains. Trail by stone hammer and nails. No-one made the holes but me. Misery mourns to be devoured. . Killed God blood soiled unclean again. Killed God blood soiled
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My angel, clipped wings I know. Wonders in darkness on grimy ground. In a forest unclean, unsound. Everything, everything's gone wild Make land for the cows to graze. Leaflets scattered around
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love you unclean. I'm telling you, you're that sick mind. You come back so fine, so fine Now your smile is colder than ice. Know you like Incomprehensible vice. But killing hardly's a weapon for you
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, unclean again. Killed God, blood, soiled skin, dead again. Again, everywhere again All removables, all transitory. All removables, passin' always. All removables, all transitory. All removables, passin
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Heart full of hell, room to burn. Heart full of something unclean, dreadful to know. Fair in the mirror, hard on the soul. They should have known it from birth. Pain had come to this world Crying
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/ love. Unclean she is. . And she comes down to me. And she offers me sleep. Under her black wings. . See she comes. On the eve of dusk. In another form. W/a scent of rain upon her neck. She
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Heart full of hell. Room to burn. Heart full of something. Unclean. Dreadful to know. Fair in the mirror. Hard on the soul. They should have known it. From birth. Pain. Had come to this
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. Sheela-na-gig, sheela-na-gig. You exhibitionist. Put money in your idle hole. Put money in your idle hole. . He said 'wash your breasts, I don't want to be unclean'. He said 'please take those dirty
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empty. I'm better off without you and you're better off without me. Well you're so unclean. I'm better off without you and you're better off without me The lying. The bleeding. The screaming, was
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Im riding on a see-saw, no easy by way. Mustnt let the day go, wasting on the highway of life, all my life Im feeling unclean, my stomach is shot. Preservatives hide out in all that we got. Dont
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Blackest of the black darker than night come to me my bleeding light. See she comes, she comes now enter oblivion. Here she is harder than life in my arms. See she there entwined with love unclean
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I'm riding on a see-saw. No easy by-way. Mustn't let the day go. Wasting on the highway of life. All my life. . I'm feeling unclean. My stomach is shot. Preservatives hide out in all that we
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a kiss as unclean . as the words that you say. I don't mind sentimental girls at times. Mr. Walker away, walker away. Your flags are flying across the plains. I've got a secret picking in my brain. I
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I'm riding on a see-saw. No easy by-way. Mustn't let the day go. Wasting on the highway of life. All my life. . I'm feeling unclean. My stomach is shot. Preservatives hide out in all that we
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got unclean thoughts flying through my head. And I'm thinking about love, yes I'm thinking about pain. I'm thinking about some way that I might feel good again I'm thinking about my little butterfly
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you. Country girl, take my hand. Lead me through this diseased land. I am tired, I am weak. I am worn. I have stole, I have sinned. Oh, my soul is unclean. Country girl, got to keep on keeping on. Crazy
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stumble then I crawl. And you could be my someone. You could be my scene. You know that I will save you. From all of the unclean. I wonder what your doing?. I wonder where you are?. There's oceans in
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. Weak ones standing tall. And I will watch them fall. They won't go when I go And I'll go. Where I've longed. To go so long. Away from tears Unclean minds, mislead the pure. The innocent will leave
