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Project 86 And The Rest Will Follow

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curses, in cursive This is regret in it's purest, a simple plan here You're on the trail of the hunted, haunted now Smiling and nodding, she'll go without

of rest Following with frequency Won't become a place to lay our heads I've searched and tried And tumbled in the midst I've swallowed pride and nullified

body" And you say, "Let me out the bottle, make me into someone You can give me life and I'll trade the potion you embody with Trips down the well and

with your head, we'll take it all back and then some Never again, off with your head, we'll cut out all that's a hindrance Bleed the old man And just

tough to admit and admit and admit that Once with a glimpse now, second your guess It's tough to admit and admit and admit that Your fate's still undecided

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ll second guess Your legacy Your legacy This time's the last I will forget So can't you take All of me All of me All of me? Once and for all Can't you

paper You guess the letters And I'll draw the hanging man Hint number one is Five letters inscribed over The lips of eyeless woman Asking me for needles and