Future of the Left - Plague of Onces | Текст песни

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Come alone
Yes
Why put the body where the body don't want to go?
Under my nails?
Yes
Why put the body where the body don't want to go?

I don't need a point because I didn't last summer
I don't need objectives
I don't need a process
I don't need a prison
(I don't need a prison)

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