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Burn |
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Beneath a disgraced moon |
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Before it's May it's June |
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It is too late too soon |
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Freeze |
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Beneath a silent sun |
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(Don't look so stunned) |
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The deal is raw |
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The numbers are well done |
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The planes are well-adjusted as you type into the field |
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Hoods and shackles, sterile wings of steel |
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Soon a silver bird will come with rapture in its clause |
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To spirit and deposit you abroad |
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The models are corrected but the currency is strange |
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Nothing's different, everything has changed |
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They that trap themselves between the fields and the sea |
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Pray in vapors they can barely breathe |
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Burn |
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Beneath a disgraced moon |
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Before it's May it's June |
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It is too late too soon |
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Freeze |
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Beneath a silent sun |
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(Don't look so stunned) |
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The deal is raw |
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The numbers are well done |