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Build it for the ones who disappear |
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Vanish without a trace |
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For those who fall down |
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Crushed in the race |
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Build it wide and low to the ground |
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Paint it black |
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Freeze the core so cold surrounds |
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Where all is black |
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[Chorus:] |
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In the tomb of the unknown junkie |
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In the tomb of the unknown junkie |
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In the tomb of the unknown junkie |
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In the tomb of the unknown junkie |
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[solo - Coralles] |
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Display the corpse unembalmed |
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Stench of death in the air |
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Dress them in their finest clothes |
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And brush their hair |
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When the flesh rots away |
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They'll join the wall of bones |
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A fresh corpse will soon be here |
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To call this place home |
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[Chorus] |
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[solo - Bower] |
