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So we're beginning at the end |
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With a message transmitted by the accident |
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Send the damage was with us from the start |
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But you can't touch the forces |
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Of our hurricane hearts |
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Eleemosynary was your call |
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But you lied to the lonely hearts |
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On your desperate fall |
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And false was your figure from within |
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And gone are your golden ones |
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To their desolate pens |
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They stand battening the hatches, yeah |
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And we hope you brought your patience for the ride |
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You question our character and our kind |
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You say we're so unintelligent 'cause our pockets ain't lined |
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But we're collecting all your press of self-destruction |
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And your corporate mess |
