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Pull out your dead roots, pull out your best suit |
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It's time to inspect the subjects |
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Lose your intentions, lose your common sense |
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It's time to groom you for judgment |
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Stick to a numb stare, strip to your underwear |
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It's time for you to be cleansed |
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Keep your eyes straight for Christ's sake |
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Remember we're your friends |
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Good luck getting over the fence |
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Good luck putting even a dent in |
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The mission, the plan |
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Just breathe, you don't need to understand |
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Can you hear me? The siren's on |
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Let the water run, leave the lights on |
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An ear for baby if you need it |
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Can you hear me? I'll repeat it |
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Draw the bridges, dig the ditches deep |
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We're gonna need a new border |
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Get thyself in line, it's time for reassignment |
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Time for a new first world order |
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We got a job to do, we don't ask, we tell you |
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Work is freedom, sloth is sin |
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So pull out your dead roots, pull out your best suit |
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You know, the one they're gonna bury you in |
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Good luck getting God on the phone |
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Good luck getting even a tone |
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You can trust me, it's not a test |
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I won't leave you with the mess, any questions? |
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Can you hear me? The siren's on |
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Let the water run, leave the lights on |
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An ear for baby if you need it |
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Can you hear me? I'll repeat it |
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Good luck getting over the fence |
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Good luck putting even a dent in |
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The mission, the dream |
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The body, the blood, the machine |
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Can you hear me? The siren's on |
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Let the water run, leave the lights on |
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An ear for baby if you need it |
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Can you hear me? I'll repeat it |