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Here we sit in our descent dress |
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We destine this fate of countless masses |
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Our pens rule the mightiest swords to lead we're told |
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Our task is done |
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The endless hallways take all courage away |
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The stamp of credence is given from our hands |
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Shivering men bow before our desks |
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Paperweight breaks every back |
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[Chorus:] |
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A signature - Our task is done |
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A signature - This case is closed |
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(No matter how hard you try these dark corridors will suck your energy |
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We were there long before you and we will see you pass away. |
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We hold the power in our hands and we will never lose control) |
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We guard our heart so thoroughly |
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[Chorus] |
