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Indigo Girls
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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.
One Two Three, Nothing's for free
Four Five Six, Pick up the sticks and go home.
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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?
One Two Three, Nothing's for free
Four Five Six, Pick up the sticks and go home.
the basement lies within us, the fear comes through the door
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.
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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.
One Two Three, Nothing's for free
Four Five Six, Pick up the sticks and go home.
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. . .|
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