[00:25.53]An address to the golden door
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[00:28.49]I was strumming on a stone again
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[00:31.51]Pulling teeth from the pimps of gore
[00:33.92]When hatched a tragic opera in my mind
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[00:37.50]And it told of a new design in
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[00:40.47]Which every soul is duty bound
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[00:43.41]To uphold all the statutes of boredom
[00:45.94]Therein lies the fatal flaw of the red age
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[00:49.47]Because it was nothing like we'd ever dreamt
[00:52.12]Or lust for life had gone away
[00:53.81]With the rent we hated
[00:55.42]And becase it made no money
[00:57.00]Nobody saved no one's life this time
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[01:02.84]So we burned all our uniforms
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[01:05.84]And let nature take it's course again
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[01:08.85]And the big onese just eat all the little ones
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[01:12.62]That sends us back to the drawing board
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[01:25.38]In my darkest hours
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[01:27.94]We have all asked for some
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[01:31.12]Angel to come
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[01:34.02]Sprinkle his dust all around
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[01:37.99]But all our crying voices
[01:40.03]They can't turn it around
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[01:43.42]And you've had some crazy
[01:44.51]Conversations of your own
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[01:57.55]We've got rules and maps
[01:58.77]And guns in our backs
[02:00.29]But we still can't just behave ourselves
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[02:03.98]Even if to save our own lives
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[02:07.29]We are a brutal kind
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[02:21.46]'Cause this is nothing like we'd ever dreamt
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[02:24.20]Tell Sir Thomas More
[02:25.41]We've got another failed attempt
[02:27.78]'Cause if it makes them money
[02:29.52]They might just give you life this time