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In the old
Watching the new world die
Watching the new world die
Watching the new world die
In the old
Watching the new world die
Watching the new world die
Watching the new world die
Guardian angel
Belly full of twins
Churning in the long con
Jury judge my heroes are all junkies
Cold and easy
In the old
Watching the new world die
Watching the new world die
Watching the new world die
Frosted tips of blood
Drying in St. John 's beard
You made me mean
Wait and circle
Tremble and burn
And let it, let it, let it
In the old
Watching the new world die
Watching the new world die
Watching the new world die
In the old
Watching the new world die
Watching the new world die
Watching the new world die
Bee stung lips
Your frosted tips
Are never growing out
Bee stung lips
Your frosted tips
Are never growing out
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