 | Act III: Life And Death (9 Titles) |
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By The Dear Hunter, I have been evicted From a soul constricted By the flameless fire Can
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By The Dear Hunter, And what of the father? Will he analyze? And what about the
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By The Dear Hunter, Go get your gun, get your gun And let's find out
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By The Dear Hunter, There was a silver circle sign And she was standing at
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By The Dear Hunter, We're biting our tongues (Biding our time) An apparition awoken with an
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By The Dear Hunter, When we dance, it looks just like fire When we sing,
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By The Dear Hunter, Here they are, the wicked A panic floods the field Deliverance, unthinkable They
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By The Dear Hunter, Even if you never strayed from me I'd question your fidelity There’d
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By The Dear Hunter, Amongst the stone and smoke We never laid before Images floating all
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By The Dear Hunter, Awoke alone, put on my coat, ran for the door Down
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By The Dear Hunter, She prayed to the man With the twin in the mask But
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By The Dear Hunter, Stick with us, throw your morals out the door You aren't
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By The Dear Hunter, The seed of the apothecary On heir to aided ends She loves
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By The Dear Hunter, Eight wheels lusting for the lives of infantry (His bearings shift) His
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By The Dear Hunter, Shrouded Criminal An innovative mind Shadowed They're oblivioius With plans awry Who can save us now? Love
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By The Dear Hunter, We've got a way we got away and survived Stunned by
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By The Dear Hunter, Messages from broken bottles fall Black sandy beaches Ink conveying across the
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By The Dear Hunter, Oh camera, take your pictures of the scene Oh camera, take
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By The Dear Hunter, Dear Ms. Leading I hate to tell you that I
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By The Dear Hunter, A long walk home, riddled with regret Uncommonly comfortable, but still
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By The Dear Hunter, Oh, you were born with the sun. And oh, you will
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By The Dear Hunter, A kiss from your lips onto my redden cheek Is welcomed
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By The Dear Hunter, She had the summer's smile with winter's skin; she moved A
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By The Dear Hunter, A hope removed, a life resumed right here. And the
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By The Dear Hunter, Ms. Leading you taught me what I didn’t need to
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By The Dear Hunter, (Take me to the river) The pimp and the priest pounce
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By The Dear Hunter, The blood, how it paints such a scene. Foul routine pedigree,
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By The Dear Hunter, So who cares, no big deal. This is all wonderful, wonderfuly
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By The Dear Hunter, Salt in the sky in the sweet summer air while
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By The Dear Hunter, Its ironic how I fall just to get back up
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