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The black cat firecracker snapped back baseball cappin' |
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cola-cola sippin' on the suds wearing penny loafers |
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His Sunday best ain't good enough for the rest of the world |
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Yet, he stands in line and waits on his turn |
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The complex, disconfigured man, unassociated, agitated with the careful investigator taking notes |
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He slowly tiptoes towards the dark |
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Watercolor sunset painted before his eyes |
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The gateway has been opened, to the wonders of his mind |
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He was a non-believer, now without a doubt |
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He looks up at the clouds, the chemical swirls fading in and out |
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The peacekeeper drafted into war, with a loaded rifle |
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Unaware of consequences correlating with his vision |
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Has gone to shit cause |
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He has been programmed to believe a lie |
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Yet, he stands there with a gun on the front line |
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Blood red color sunset, painted before his eyes |
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The veil has been lifted, as he watches his friends drop like flies |
| [02:21.300] |
He was a non-believer, now without a doubt |
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He looks down at his paws, the guts he had spluttered on the ground |
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Yeah, yeah! |
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Yeah, yeah! |
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Yeah, yeah! |
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Yeah, yeah! |
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The family got the letter, it was a message, clear and true |
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The hero, he had fallen, for the red, white, and blue |
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He was a non-believer, now without a doubt |
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His body lays six feet under the ground |
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The black cat's nine lives, they ran out |
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Yeah, yeah! |
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Yeah, yeah! |
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Yeah, yeah! |
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Yeah, yeah! |
