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Comes and goes |
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Like the fits and dizzyspells, like the weather |
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And it gloats |
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Like it knows whats going wrong, like its clever |
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Has a name, oh but to me goes unspoken |
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Where the veins oh are all twisted and broken. |
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Soldier on |
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Soldier on |
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Soldier on |
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Flare into the war of the snack machine (?) |
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Muted screams of an old regime |
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And then oh, something gets hit |
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But not shake his hand (?) |
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and we were all fast asleep |
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we were all so fast asleep |
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but you woke up, woke up from the strangest dream |
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that an old regime could ever know |
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would ever know, would ever know |
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Lava flows over the crooks and cragged cliffs to the ocean |
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and explodes like in a steam heat fevered sickly commotion ( |
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Has a name but the name goes unspoken |
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its in vein 'cause that language is broken |
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Cause your wrong (?) |
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Cause your wrong |
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Soldier on |
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Soldier on |
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Soldier on |
