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I rely on(Bitter cold) |
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I depend on(Arctic snow) |
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A pair of trainers(I've got mine) |
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Could make a god of the two of us(I want yours) |
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I exist on(Apropos) |
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I insist on(Arctic snow) |
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A change of clothing(Will fill the void) |
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Could lift us into fidelity(Will suck you in)(The sound keeps you hemmed to the past) |
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The walls are coming in again(The streets grid alone from the door) |
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You gotta spin the ****ing dread or |
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I rely on(Bitter cold) |
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I depend on(Arctic snow) |
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The man made fibers(I've got mine) |
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That are the stuff of my birthright(I want yours) |
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I decide on(Apropos) |
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I retreat from(Arctic snow) |
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The dregs of discourse(Will fill the void) |
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For a new world order(Will suck you in)(The sound keeps you hemmed to the past) |
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The walls are coming in again(The streets grid alone from the door) |
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You gotta spin the ****ing dread or(In a pile of days between no oceans) |
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All the kids are rioting(There's no art in a broken head) |
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All the kids are staying fat |
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And I'm air-kissing, back-slapping |
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Check the body for valuables, it's called progress |
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Come on pilgrim sing to the pyres |
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It's high and how it is called, it's called progress |
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If they want to kill themselves |
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Then buy them the gowns, it's called progress |
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Progress progress progress progress progress progress progress |
