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Did we ever find a ladder |
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That went straight up to the moon? |
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Did we ever find that painting |
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Of a man who climbed too soon? |
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A man is made |
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A town is born |
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A city grows and burns its home |
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A drop falls |
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A pool is born |
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A lake grows and joins the storm |
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We're on the edges of these sinking walls |
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One makes hate and one not enough |
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We're hunting witches and it's tearing me apart |
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And I'd like to say we can show it up |
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We fight them in the alleys |
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We fought them in the snow |
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Six bullets making changes |
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All I know |
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We're on the edges of these sinking walls |
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One makes hate and one not enough |
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We're hunting witches and it's tearing me apart |
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And I'd like to say we can show it up |
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I couldn't care for a spreading disease |
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I couldn't care for a sultry song |
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I know there is no time if nobody counts |
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I've got no more use for medicine |
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We're on the edges of these sinking walls |
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One makes hate and one not enough |
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We're hunting witches and it's tearing me apart |
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And I'd like to say we can show it up |