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We're biting our tongues |
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An apparition |
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Awoken with an urge to own and |
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Occupy. (Who ever said this was easy?) |
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A majesty's massacre floods the fields of red, |
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Blood to your body naturally rushes the blood to your head. (to your head) |
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And now With our heads aligned, |
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These arms move tonight. |
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And we cry. |
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We can not allow this, |
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This is terrible. |
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With ideals we're idle as they lust for more. |
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If we settle the score. |
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We've never been so excited to see you before. |
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In the cradle we're helpless, but on our feet we are fatal. |
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How we evolve and grow into twisted beasts with desire for disorder. |
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Oh! What a terrible, terrible game we play |
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Replacing a pawn for a body and the players; politicians who say what they need to say. |
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Now with hands aligned, arms move tonight. |
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Here with abrasive eyes, pain in plain sight. |
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And we cry. |
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We can not allow this, |
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This is terrible. |
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With ideals we're idle as they lust for more. |
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When we settle the score. |
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We've never been so excited to see you before. |
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Oh, when i think about your |
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Eyes oh, when i think about your |
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Smile oh, when i |
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Dream about your |
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Eyes Traveled all this way just to find love |
