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I slammed the blade right onto wayside
All of the tender sermons hail as a tide

But when I see you touch my hand
There`s nothing stopping me
The pricks of bait prey on my bet
There`s nothing stopping me

Mnemonic I itch I hide I swarm I die I die I die
I itch comply I die I die to rise

But when I see you touch my hand
There`s nothing stopping me
The pricks of bait prey on my bet
There`s nothing stopping me
And seeds are growing from the sheets
There`s nothing stopping me
I tear it down with roots and leap
There`s nothing stopping me
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I step once more

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