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There's this place full of mountain heads |
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Living and chewing on the fat |
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Built upon the hazy plan |
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Like foundations slipping through the sand |
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Long teeth and whiskers like a rat |
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Fearing only those present |
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They got zero emotion |
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And everybody's fed up with that |
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Warm outside but very cold within |
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Followed and praised for many years |
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They got all the promotions |
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Isn't that the way it's always been |
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History's written always red |
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It's pages are painful and clear |
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It's so full of devotion |
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Makes you wonder where it could have led |
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Put the lights out, fair weather ahead |
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These strange new creatures |
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Aha, they won't be led |
