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I can hear the cries of the dead |
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Maybe its your neighbor eating his dog in the basement |
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I can hear the cries of the dead |
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Muffled by the ground but still loud enough to make it out |
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Monkey webs of concrete roads |
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Disappear in time |
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Weaved in trees that grow from seeds |
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Will cover us in time |
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Swallowing all of the buildings |
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And every single piece of trash |
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I can hear the cries of the dead |
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Maybe its your neighbor playing his trumpet in the basement |
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I can hear the cries of the dead |
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Muffled by the ground but still loud enough to make a sound |
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You went to the mountains true |
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And painted what you saw |
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You came back late and hid the paintings underneath our couch |
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And I wasn't there when you made itbut |
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I feel like im there when im lookin' at it |
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Whoo, Whoo, |
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Whoou..I can hear the cries of the dead |
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Maybe its your neighbor eating his dog in the basement |
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I can hear the cries of the dead |
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Muffled by the ground but still loud enough to make it out |
