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Ancient Rome, we built that ****** stone by stone |
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Our fingers bled, our feet were worn |
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But we stood strong and carried on |
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Come on in, do you want to touch my bulbous head? |
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With features wrapped and stretched to death |
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A tiny nose is all that's left |
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This is not for your entertainment |
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The land at the end of our toes goes on and on and on and on |
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The sand at the core of our bones, it blows on and on and on and on |
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The land at the end of our toes goes on and on and on and on |
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The sand at the core of our bones continues on |
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The ba*******t's gone, it seems they dug up all our land |
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The world was lowered man by man, |
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Let's move the sky and not join hands |
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Ancient Rome, we built that ****** stone by stone |
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Our fingers bled, our feet were worn |
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But we stood strong and carried on |
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This is not for your entertainment |
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The land at the end of our toes goes on and on and on and on |
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The sand at the core of our bones, it blows on and on and on and on |
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The land at the end of our toes goes on and on and on and on |
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The sand at the core of our bones continues on |
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Life still sounds like balloons |
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You chew and you chew and chew |
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Your teeth crumble to the floor |
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It's where they lay, it's where they lay |
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Our past never really dies |
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I don't think we even try |
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There's no difference from |
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Where we wake or where we die |
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Balloons, balloons, balloons |
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The land at the end of our toes goes on and on and on and on |
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The sand at the core of our bones, it blows on and on and on and on |
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The land at the end of our toes goes on and on and on and on |
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The sand at the core of our bones continues on |
