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I saw the white |
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I saw the green |
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I saw the tainted black |
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Stains of ink and wax |
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Black bird and a green hand held |
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Held inside my head |
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And inside my head |
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A vast astronomy of birds |
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Look at the wall |
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The paint has already started to come off |
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It's all for nothing I guess |
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Which side are you on? |
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Which side are you on? |
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Yeah |
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Side |
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I fall into the wheel of the moon |
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With a circle of sand and bad dreams |
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See, everything piles up now |
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And everything's exactly what it seems |
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I feel tempted to call a friend |
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And say: |
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Hey, that's not it at all |
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You see, I comprehend everything now, |
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And this experiment has blown up in my face like a snowball |
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Now, which side are you on? |
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Which, which side |
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Are you, are you on? |
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Once again I cross the narrow field |
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I came to the road but the path was gone |
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Not there |
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I spanned around, I caught the sun |
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I [...], but then it turned blue |
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It's just a stain, don't mean a thing |
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It's just a stain, it's just blood |
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I should've lied |
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I should've lied |
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I could've lied |
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Which side are you on? |
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Which, which side |
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Are you on? |
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If you come back the house will never be the same again |
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No |
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What? |