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 Just as he hit
 The ground
 They lowered a tow that stuck in his neck to the gills
 Fragments of sobriquets
 Riddle me this:
 Three half eaten corneas
 Who hid the aureole
 Stalk the ground
 Stalk the ground
 
 You should have seen
 The curse that flew right by you
 Page of concrete
 Stain walks crutch and hobbled sway
 Auto de fe
 A capillary hint of red
 Only this manupod
 Crescent in shape has escaped
 
 The house half the way
 Fell empty with teeth that
 Split both his lips
 Mark these words
 One day this chalk outline will circle this city
 Was he robbed of the asphalt that cushioned his face?
 A room coloured charlatan hid in a safe Stalk the ground
 Stalk the ground
 
 You should have seen
 The curse that flew right by you
 Page of concrete
 Stain walks crutch and hobbled sway
 Auto de fe
 A capillary hint of red
 Only this manupod
 Crescent in shape has escaped
 
 Pull the pins
 Save your grace
 Mark these words
 On his grave
 Pull the pins
 Save your grace
 Mark these words
 On his grave
 Pull the pins
 Save your grace
 Mark these words
 On his grave
 
 You should have seen
 The curse that flew right by you
 Page of concrete
 Stain walks crutch and hobbled sway
 Auto de fe
 A capillary hint of red
 Everyone knows the last toes are
 Always the coldest to go
 Just as he hit
 The ground
 They lowered a tow that stuck in his neck to the gills
 Fragments of sobriquets
 Riddle me this:
 Three half eaten corneas
 Who hid the aureole
 Stalk the ground
 Stalk the ground
 
 You should have seen
 The curse that flew right by you
 Page of concrete
 Stain walks crutch and hobbled sway
 Auto de fe
 A capillary hint of red
 Only this manupodCrescent in shape has escaped
 
 The house half the way
 Fell empty with teeth that
 Split both his lips
 Mark these words
 One day this chalk outline will circle this city
 Was he robbed of the asphalt that cushioned his face?
 A room coloured charlatan hid in a safe <--- <--- <--- <--- <--- <---
 Stalk the ground
 Stalk the ground
 
 You should have seen
 The curse that flew right by you
 Page of concrete
 Stain walks crutch and hobbled sway
 Auto de fe
 A capillary hint of red
 Only this manupod <---- <---- <--- <--- <--- <--- <--- <---
 Crescent in shape has escaped
 
 Pull the pins
 Save your grace
 Mark these words
 On his grave
 Pull the pins
 Save your grace
 Mark these words
 On his grave
 Pull the pins
 Save your grace
 Mark these words
 On his grave
 
 You should have seen
 The curse that flew right by you
 Page of concrete
 Stain walks crutch and hobbled sway
 Auto de fe
 A capillary hint of red
 Everyone knows the last toes are
 Always the coldest to go
 
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