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Breathe, |
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Our dear children, they're turning blue, |
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smoke in their lungs. |
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Please, breathe. They're just children. |
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Finding out that whores bring sores. |
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Breathe. |
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Our dear children, they're turning blue, |
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smoke in their lungs. |
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Please, breathe. They're just children. |
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Finding out that we all die. |
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Smile, pale green eyes. We're breeding suicide. |
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Let me take what you despise and paint it grey. |
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When we count the mistakes, all the moments awake... |
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When you count all these stars, when it's gone too far. |
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I think it's time I burn this city. |
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Washed clean and slain. |
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We love our sheep, we love to look the other way. |
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Washed clean and slain. |
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We love our sheep, we love to eat what we can't maintain. |
