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Pray that your family never forgets The arousal from a corpse that fuels your taste Blonde to the shoulders, blind to the pill He found solace in the act of infection A blank tape couldn't remember But you can never erase the hurt Out in the dial toned distance someone heard He keeps a-hiding your photograph Of the moment that you needed to emasculate his Photograph but you locked up in the trance of a memory Photograph of the moment that you needed to emasculate his Photograph but you locked up in the trance of a memory Marching to the coffins on Franklin Avenue Preyed on the anguish, you better run Always dragging a finger across his throat Man is the fixer to sage the ghosts And the faith that awarded his every move A blank tape that couldn't remember But you can never erase the hurt Out in the dial-tone distance someone heard He keeps a-hiding your photograph Of the moment that you needed to emasculate his Photograph, but you locked up in the trance of a memory Photograph, of the moment that you needed to emasculate his Photograph, but you locked up in the trance of a memory Marching to the coffins on Franklin Avenue Just float the needles when the rum fits a tremor at hand And he can't seem to find his direction home Just float the needles when the rum fits a tremor at hand And he can't seem to find his direction home In a closet she hid in eternity sleep With the fear of God at the end of his whip He keeps a-hiding your photograph Of the moment that you needed to emasculate his Photograph, but you locked up in the trance of a memory Photograph, of the moment that you needed to emasculate his Photograph, but you locked up in the trance of a memory Marching to the coffins on Franklin Avenue
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