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They call it repressed But the memory’s gone I swear, it’s gone Can’t you see the struggle Can’t you see the fight Can’t you enter my body, my mind I suppose you can’t Got me thinking it’s all a trap Got me thinking body-snatchers Got you thinking of ironic ways Got you thinking of my end Never meant for it, no Thought you’d read the words Not twist them, no So where do the sinners of misunderstanding go Never an answer, just gridlocked throes I’ve believed it for so long, still haven’t seen the pros Just ex-cons with teeth for wings Black angels never wept like this before No, black angels never wept like this before
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Dec 24, 2011
Dec 24, 2011 at 7:31 PM UTC
Sinners of Misunderstanding
They call it repressed But the memory’s gone I swear, it’s gone Can’t you see the struggle Can’t you see the fight Can’t you enter my body, my mind I suppose you can’t Got me thinking it’s all a trap Got me thinking body-snatchers Got you thinking of ironic ways Got you thinking of my end Never meant for it, no Thought you’d read the words Not twist them, no So where do the sinners of misunderstanding go Never an answer, just gridlocked throes I’ve believed it for so long, still haven’t seen the pros Just ex-cons with teeth for wings Black angels never wept like this before No, black angels never wept like this before
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Dec 24, 2011
Dec 24, 2011 at 7:31 PM UTC
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