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Atmosphere |
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Miscellaneous |
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Tears For The Sheep |
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[Verse 1: Slug] |
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A city of fools |
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I wanna bash whoever's responsible for this incomprehensible lack of passion |
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The sucker's been seduced down to the stick |
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And the peasants fill their bellies with the poisons you omit |
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I've come to seperate the heads and shoulders |
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Of these tracin' paper soldiers |
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That have been designated to take it over |
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I'ma roll a couple of boulders off the cliff |
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On the road below (look out below) |
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'Cause I don't know what I'ma hit (yo) |
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I live by the word until I die by your sword |
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Even when I'm dead my head will live inside your RCA cords |
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I wait for the right time, but it resembled now-a-days |
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Descended on the Earth to put an end to all your holidays |
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The assassin covered in plain clothes |
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Smothered the sunlight and set flame to your rainbows |
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And then came the storm (and then came the storm) |
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Bewildered those that didn't contemplate |
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Fake disguised as the norm (as the norm) |
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And when the smoke evaporated and the damage was assessed |
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The casualities were counted as they looked upon the mess |
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As they focused they eyes on the horizon, who'da guessed? |
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All that stood atop the hill was number seven silhouette |
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[Chorus: Slug] |
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(And with this) head splitting tears, cement breaking |
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weeping for these people walking in their sleep |
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(these people walking in their sleep) |
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My talk is not as cheap |
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And my thoughts are not as deep |
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As the day I woke up to discover I lost my sheep |
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head splitting tears, cement breaking |
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Leaping for these people walking in their sleep |
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(these people walking in their sleep) |
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My talk is not as cheap |
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And my thoughts are not as deep |
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As the day I woke up to discover I lost my sheep |
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[Verse 2: Slug] |
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They say a picture's worth a thousand words |
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Well I beg a thousand pardons for each word I've used for personal gains |
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But the letters that float through my head, demote my sentences |
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Could never be contained by your simple picture frames |
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For every intoxicated moment, I hate life |
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I strive to balance my aura by dancing with the light |
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And sometimes it's difficult to stay quiet |
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I fight it, each time I find myself walking across your eyelids |
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Wishin' the malnutrition, the imagination of yours |
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Could see the truth you breathe through each one of your pores |
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And now the days are drastic, the nights last forever |
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Wanna tear this motherfucker up and put it back together |
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I'd like to ask the cats that act like they my peers |
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If you spent the energy I've spit, tryin' to count the tears |
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One of these days you're gonna climb the tallest building of all |
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Give a warning to those below and let the tears fall |
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[Chorus: Slug] |
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(And with the) all the head splitting tears, cement breaking |
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weeping for these people walking in their sleep |
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(these people walking in their sleep) |
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My talk is not as cheap |
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And my thoughts are not as deep |
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As the day I woke up to discover I lost my sheep |
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head splitting tears, cement breaking |
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Leaping for these people walking in their sleep |
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(these people walking in their sleep) |
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My talk is not as cheap |
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And my thoughts are not as deep |
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As the day I woke up to discover I lost my sheep |
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[Brief Singing: Some Female] (2X) |
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Nobodies here 'cept my mirror on the wall |
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[Verse 3: Slug] |
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The damage...overseen by anyone that comprehends |
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The anguish...felt only by the ones that invest |
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The language...was primitive, the listener complex |
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And everybody was trying to define success |
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All the self-proclaimed prophets dressed up to look like poets |
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Pretendin' to be martyrs that they're not |
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You can learn all their names |
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And engrave them on your brains |
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Memories so you can spout them off the top (spout them off the top) |
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Yo kill 'em all, and let God give 'em handcuffs |
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The flood has begun, and no one has been paired up |
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So I'ma take a second to beckon the downfall |
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of your so called civilized nation |
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(Yo yo yo yo yo) stop the sound now! |
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(Cough) |
