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The air is thick |
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the air is wasted |
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the lamb lies down for our entertainment |
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some mother's son |
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crashed at the pavement |
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his little eyes gone |
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we're one in the same man |
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now you know you never waste it |
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now you know you're wasted |
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I hear your voice, there's no emotion |
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did something die |
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you're not even responsive |
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when we were young we'd bottle water |
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collect reptile bones, commence the slaughter |
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now you know you never waste it |
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now you know you're wasted |
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all your dreams thrown in the trash |
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you were born into war |
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you were taught not to ask |
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for every single possibility |
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moving shadows in the dark |
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deciding fates over cocktail lunch |
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every single possibility |
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we better bust them out |
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you better bust them out |
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heart attacks won't get us down |
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our rifle butts pressed in the ground |
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our brains are lost, our skulls are found |
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we're kicking up the dust above them |
