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[Pearl Jam cover] Vacate is the word...vengeance has no place so near to her Cannot find a comfort in this world Artificial tears...vessel stabbed...next up, volunteers Vulnerable, wisdom can't adhere... A truant finds home...and a will to hold on... There's a trapdoor in the sun...it's immortality... As privileged as a whore...victims in demand for public show Swept out through the cracks beneath the door Holier than thou, how? Surrendered...executed anyhow Scrawls resolved, cigar box on the floor... A truant finds home...and a will to hold on, to... There's a trapdoor in the sun... Its immortality... I cannot stop the thought...of running out the door... Coming up a which way sign...and all good truants must decide... Oh, stripped and sold, mom...and an auctioned forearm... And whiskers in the sink... A truants finds home...and a will to hold on to.. Some die just to live... Ohh... Please fill in the fields below and click SUBMIT to send it to your friend.
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