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[align=center]F L E S H A N D B O N E | by the telephone
everyone has their little secrets, their faults and foibles, right? well, not
in the quiet little town deep in the forested wilds of clendenin, canada, where
each and every inhabitant is as pure as the driven snow and twice as clean
on sundays. there's never a step out of bounds or a smile out of place in the
industrious though tiny hamlet that only a few thousand inhabitants call home.
the streets are clean, the lawns mowed, and even the shit smells sweet.[/align]
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SOMEONE TO HEAR THEIR PRAYERS, SOMEONE WHO'S THERE, SOMEONE WHO CARES
SO THEY GIVE IN TO SUSPICION
THINGS THEY NEED TO CONFESS WE WILL DELIVER THEY KNOW WE'RE FORGIVERS
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[align=center]I W I L L D E L I V E R | you know i'm a forgiver
or at least that's what they would all like you to think, would like to
delude one another into thinking. but the simple fact is everyone has secrets,
everyone lies, everyone covers up the truth, and the more dirt you heap onto the
top of a pile of shit, the more it all starts to stink. so what's stopping this
town of liars from forcing one another to out the truth? nothing, simply nothing.
and oh, but won't it be fun to discover what's real and what's simply suspicion.[/align]
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