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they meet you more than halfway - they practically beg you to take them
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if i didn't have such a refined sense of morals i would walk out of here
with half the world and the blessings of the sheep i slaughtered
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but i see their eyes as i lay my cards down
and i remember as major and minor arcana twirl
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the devil across my sun - blocking the world
bracketed on all sides by swords
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i'm as big of a rube as they
more so
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