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URANIUM 235
CULTURAL MINORITY |
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Right Sir Blight
What's right keeps ripping the life from me
But a heart keeps ticking inside
Eyes keep driving the nails in through
And keeps my mind occupied, It's all right
Right sir blight
Slipping into the dark of things
My sick world's never been sound
Lacerations, Degenerating now
Right sir blight
Staring into a solemn fate
Into a forest of blight
Don't preach you're a saint till you're crucified
Right sir blight
What's right keeps ripping the life from me
But a heart keeps ticking inside
Don't preach you're a saint till you're crucified
Right sir blight
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