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If I was the son of god |
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I'd live alone nude in the wilderness |
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The animals would speak to me |
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And approach me without hesitation |
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The birds would sing to scarecrows |
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In circadian rhythm |
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Inside the garden of desperation |
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A voice could be heard |
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And all the plastic politician devils cry |
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As all the skyscrapers come crashing to the ground |
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What ever happened to a quiet simple life |
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Innocence is lost as we near our final day |
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Deep in the forest |
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The apparitions are all in attendance |
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Phantoms and specters |
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Converge in silence under the moonlight |
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Behind this illusion |
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Is a union of theanthropism |
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Inside the garden of desperation |
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A voice could be heard |
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And all the plastic politician devils cry |
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As all the skyscrapers come crashing to the ground |
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What ever happened to a quiet simple life |
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Innocence is lost as we near our final day |
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Falling bombs on babylon |
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What a perfect ending to it all |
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Falling bombs on babylon |
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What a perfect ending to it all |
