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New letters across chests emblazoned |
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You're rewarded with high-5s and embraces |
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Seating banks are ripped from the theatres |
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To build forts and to build defenses |
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In the streets millions gather |
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Ignite documents and get warm from the |
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Ink of the burning alphabet |
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One million buildings crumble |
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New characters are found in the rubble |
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Dip the pen in the new ink |
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So what you write you erase |
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The stems and the sharers decay |
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The notes all fall from the safe |
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And the thumbs of lines see that you're up |
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Keep the music repeated and repeated |
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Breaths in and out, anticipate a clicking sound |
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And the boots on the ground are removed |
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So the feet dance through the motions of encoding that sound |
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Analogue mechanisms whir |
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As a million pins punch tiny holes in reams of tape |
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And as it breaks a syntax deforms |
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New letters across chests emblazoned |
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You're rewarded with high-5s and embraces |
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Seating banks are ripped from the theatres |
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To build forts and to build defenses |
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The hammer beats the ribbons into a rhythm |
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The greater than symbol and the hash |
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Become the dot and the dash |
