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kinda like a dog w/ seven pupils in its eyekinda like a madness that refuses in subsidekinda like everything you wantjust w/ in your graspkinda likehow a banshee-waildanceson a living hearti'm gonna standat the top of the world andchallenge the heavensgonna bring you godgonna bring you godin the palm of the left hand blackgonna bring you godkinda likewhen the sun goes downand darkness makes its climbkinda like all your muscle tissuestarting to unwindkinda likeif you brave the hate fade it to the left hand blackhow i knowi can take their powersend it back attriple times the strengthhow i see the battleand the bleeding human racehow i miss the taste of itits sweet and warm embracehow i seethe world's demiseits lastand final gaphow i see reality explodeinto another kind of life
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