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Going on their lands for sale to stake my claim |
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Burn my name in the soil |
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Out past the borders beyond the hill |
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Through seasons of nothing |
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Safe for the self-destructive world |
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Memories get altered |
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No point of reference to hold |
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And it feels like someone is watching |
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Asi tear into the skin of innoncence |
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And decadence for awhile |
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So we settled in and half the veins where blood runs pure |
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Troubled the cure for a short while |
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Out in the dust they suffocate the sprawl and greed |
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Bent on breed and stare |
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And children stare |
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Stare through shiny little boxes |
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Over landscape that is quickly foiled |
