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Its time/to sleep/its time/to leave. |
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To loose/the binds/to loose/a mind. |
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Time to/exhale/to drink the green sea/to drift/ upon/ the scarlet breeze. |
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It's time/ |
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It's time/ |
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It's time to begin. |
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It's time/it's time/it's time to just leave... |
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Let's raise up our hands in prayer, walk barefoot upon this carpet of air. |
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Let's string up the man at the top of the stairs. |
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Let's piss on the city thats burning down there... |
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Jim/ Jim/ |
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Jim oh Jim. |
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Jim / Jim/ its time to begin, |
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Ride your mechanical bitch to heaven. |
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Ride your beautiful bitch to the ultimate sin. |
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Don't cry. |
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Sweet plum, no regrets - we will strangle you up in the loft. |
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These methadrine teeth are piled up in the sink and your mother is screaming to finish him off... |
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Now heaven will come, we will rise again. heaven will come, we will win. |
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It is 200 miles to the place where we begin. |
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Yes heaven will come, we will win... |