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� �� �� �� �� �� � |� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �I'm a winged insect, you're a funeral pyre
� �� �� �� �� �� � |� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �Come now, bite through these wires
� �� �� �� �� �� � |� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �I'm a waking hell and the gods grow tired
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� �� �� �� �� �� � |� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �Grow back your sharpest teeth, you know my desire
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