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TO BE FAIR I NEVER REALLY TRIEDAND ON REFLECTION IT WAS JUST AS WELLI TIRED OF WALKING ON THIN ICEI'M INCLINED TO SAVOURTHE FLAVOUR OVER THE SMELLIT'S TOO MUCH EFFORT FOR ME TO FIGHT,THE CONTRADICTIONS AND FEARS OF OTHERSMY DESIRES ARE GREATER AND BLOOD RUNS THICKERTHAN THE SPERM AND SPITTLE OF WORN OUT LOVERSAND IF THE PEN IS MIGHTIER THAN THE SWORDAND THE INKWELLS HAVE ALL RUN DRYWHO AM I TO CARE AS WE DAMP DOWN THE FIRESCAXTON'S SPINNING IN HIS GRAVE, I WILL NOT CRYFOR NOW I'LL LET A GREY SUN RISEAMONG THE THICKETS AND THORNS OF MY PRIDELOOKING BACK WAS ALWAYS A GREATER SIN THAN LYINGAND YOUR CHEAP SHOTS DISLODGED THE SCALES FROM MY EYES Aus Songtexte Mania