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dusty screams, through doors and imaginary floors
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"why can't you miss me?"
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pistol pete removes the final breaths from her unkind and she is shaken
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what does this mean in love or in peace?
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with you lying next to me
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so faithless serene
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and she calls to him
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let the waste cross the ancient trails to you
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far out beneath the sorrow clouds
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let them taste the bitter lost mistake of you
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let them cry out through your rusted scars
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alone he roams inside the ordinary catacombs of her waiting
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with raven hands she steals and staggers towards her man
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still scorned by his demon
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because he's undone
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become the language of
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disaster and love, vengeance and dust
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and she calls to him
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let the waste cross the ancient trails to you
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far out beneath the sorrow clouds
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let them taste the bitter lost mistake of you
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let them cry out through your rusted scars
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dusty screams, through doors and imaginary scenes
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of hurt and teardrop
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as he holds her down, in the cold lonely winds
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together again, her inside him
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and she calls to him
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let the waste cross the ancient trails to you
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far out beneath the sorrow clouds
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let them taste the bitter lost mistake of you
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let them cry out through your rusted scars
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The Tale Of Dusty Pistol Pete
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Smashing Pumpkins |