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So I'm told |
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As the story goes |
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I unfold to a boy who's aware |
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Of a rocking chair |
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That put him fast asleep |
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So he dreams of amazing things |
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So unseen |
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Like a boy who's loved |
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By everyone including me |
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Watch him breathe |
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Exhaling |
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Mayhem is beautiful |
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It's beautiful |
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It's beautiful |
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It's beautiful |
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It's beautiful |
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It's beautiful ul ul ul |
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Birds fly and they die |
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And I with you wonder why |
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Wonder where |
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Truth be told |
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I don't care mayhem is beautiful |
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Mayhem is beautiful |
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It's beautiful |
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It's beautiful |
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It's beautiful |
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It's beautiful |
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It's beautiful ul ul ul |
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(Instrumental) |
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City of dreams |
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And dreamers |
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How could all this occur? |
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Whats it for? |
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Nothing more |
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Than to up hoard the commands of the gods |
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Who are not there |
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But truly scare |
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The mass that we make of us |
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Why do I cuss? |
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Well it's because |
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I've grown up to speak obstruct the man |
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When you can |
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Mayhem is beautiful |
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It's beautiful |
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It's beautiful |
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It's beautiful |
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It's beautiful |
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It's beautiful |
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It's beautiful |
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It's beautiful |
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It's beautiful |
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It's beautiful |
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Mayhem is beautiful |
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So beautiful |
