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They're closing in |
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I switched the pictures |
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Painted all the walls |
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I hung the medals |
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Hid the magazines |
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As caped crusaders crawled |
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Down Freedom Street |
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Guns of Liberation |
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Ushered in the dawn |
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One guy wears an eyepatch |
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While the other wears a tie |
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One will play the liberator |
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One will run and hide |
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I hear the cannons crack a mile |
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Down Freedom Street |
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Out of sight |
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Out of mind |
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The ninth wave claimed a thousand |
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While another thousand fled |
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I'm getting low on beans and marmalade |
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I share my bed with locust girl |
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She flies |
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Through the cracks across my head |
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She is always on my side |
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She's always on my side |
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I am always on your side |
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I'm always on your side |
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We are on your side |
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Shhhhhhhhhhhh |
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There, there |
