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Sowing the seeds. |
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Roots dig deep, whilst we sleep. |
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Snakes in veins, valves decay. |
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All of the meaningless words we say. |
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Cast the first stone, from behind the throne. |
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Crown of thorns, now overgrown. |
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All our wants and needs, bring us to our knees. |
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Can't turn back now the seeds are sown. |
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Seven billion, one of a kind. |
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Collide together, intertwined. |
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National lines used to define, where we draw the enemy lines. |
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Weapons aren't used in this war. |
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Wait for the fallout from this absence of thought. |
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All the things we can't afford to ignore. |
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The sun doesn't shine anymore. |