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A Million |
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Miles Of common sense |
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Can't hide the reader |
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Can't fill the trench |
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And what you hide |
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Is what I sold |
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And when you're next to me |
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The feeling's cold |
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Don't tread lightly |
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In the book |
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At the age of stills |
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You make congress, |
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Congress Up in the mount on the sea of chills |
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You went tireless, tireless |
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I will walk alone |
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Take Toll |
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Take Time |
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And turn your face |
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Dismount your wall |
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Disband your state |
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The tides of thought |
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Are blowing in the wind |
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We'll stretch our seed to the beaches of the fins |
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The path is clear we'll keep clear on the side and make our beds in the beds of others |
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Don't talk lightly |
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In the book |
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At the age of stills |
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You make congress, congress |
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Up in the mount |
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At the sea of chills |
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You went tireless, |
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Tireless I will walk alone |
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Through miles and miles of bones |
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When you touch me |
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I'm alone |
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When you tease me |
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I'm alone |
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In the battle of the bones |
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In the battle of the bones |
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I'll be Up coming on |
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I'll be up and holding strong |
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We'll be holding up for long |
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We'll be holding up for long |
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You'll be hiding from our deeds |
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On the whole and on your knees |
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You will hide your women |
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Hide your women |
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Hide your women |
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In the book |
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At the age of stills |
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You make congress, congress |
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Up in the mount |
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At the sea of chills |
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You went tireless, tireless |
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You've been running in for the kill |
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Look down to the south and on to the fields |
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I've been a rider |
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I've been a shill for conquest, conquest |
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I will walk alone |
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Through miles and miles of bones |
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We'll up our highness |
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Off our shyness |
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Bring it to your home |
