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Soldiers come quickly, I feel the earth beneath my feet |
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I'm feeling badly, it's not an attempt at decency |
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And if you're well off, well then I'm happy some for you |
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But I'd rather not celebrate my defeat and humiliation here with you |
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Someone come quickly, this place was built for moving out |
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Leave behind buildings, the city planners got mapped out |
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Bring with you history and make your hard earned feast |
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Then we'll go to Omaha, to work and exploit the booming music scene |
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And humility |
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And we've been talking all night... |
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Oh god come quickly, for the execution of all things |
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Let's start with the bears and the air and mountains rivers and streams |
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Then we'll murder what matters to you and move on to your neighbors and kids |
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Crush all hopes of happiness with disease cause of what you did |
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And lastly, you're all alone with nothing left but sleep |
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But sleep never comes to you, it's the guilt and forever wakefulness of the weak |
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It's just you and me.... |
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The execution of all things |
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The execution of all things |
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The execution of all things |
