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Gravity and entropy, they have it out inside of me. Gravity and entropy, they have it out inside of me. Eighty-eight way to build and destroy. I dig my own grave. I carve my decoy. O, what should I be in this world so self-destructing? O, what should I be in this world so self-costructing? Gravity and entropy, they have it out inside of me. Gravity and entropy, they have it out inside of me. Eighty-eight way to build and destroy. I fuel my decay. I trample my joy. O, what should I be in this world so self-destructing? O, what should I be in this world so self-costructing? Gravity and entropy, they have it out inside of me. Gravity and entropy, they have it out inside of me. The hermit and hero walk in parallel lines, One with bow and arrow, the other bowed eyes. In the house of mirrors, looking different but the same, one pendulum swings from loving to and back from disdain. Eighty-eight way to build and destroy. I dig my own grave. I carve my decoy. O, what should I be in this world so self-destructing? O, what should I be in this world so self-costructing? Gravity and entropy, they have it out inside of me. Gravity and entropy, they have it out inside of me. Gravity and entropy, they have it out inside of me...