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Blacktop pavement cover me |
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Like a chemical reaction or a steam roller |
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Spreading randomly |
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There's a distant pause and low frequency |
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It tickles my ear, rumbles under my feet |
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And it shakes the leaves off of every tree violently |
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What pretension! |
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Everlasting peace |
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Everything must cease |
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Institution on the hill |
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Like a beacon in the mind of an ancestor |
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To ignite a people's will |
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There's a shadowed stain on the west facade |
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It has spread like decay to enshroud the fraud |
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And the descendants find oh so odd, oh so odd |
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What pretension! |
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Everlasting peace |
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Everything must cease |
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Grave memorial hewn white stone |
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Like the comforting caress of a mother |
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Or a friend you've always known |
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It evokes such pain and significance |
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What was once, since reduced to remembrance |
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And the generations passed without recompense, oh |
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What pretension! |
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Everlasting peace |
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Everything must cease |
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What pretension! |
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Everlasting peace |
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Everything must |
