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We're the scraps left behind in ground zero, |
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From the blast that came to collect on its debt. |
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Blowing a gale over the corpses, |
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Over the hills that swallowed our footsteps. |
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We kill the time as it was done to us. |
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We point our hands in the shapes of guns and we time it. |
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All washed out and fading in the foreground. |
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The hammer draws back, go find your peace. |
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We're the great whale hooked and robbed of it's hide, |
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As the jaybird watches yellow jackets close in. |
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Gulf War, empty the beds of our fathers. |
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Arms race - let fly the wolves in our hearts. |
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Get up with 27 minutes left in '68 every day. |
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Everything. |
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Nothing. Me. |
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Everything. |
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Nothing. Me. |
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We kill the time as it was done to us. |
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We point our hands in the shapes of guns and we time it. |
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All washed out and fading in the foreground. |
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The hammer draws back, go find your peace. |
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Nobody notices the cowards fall, |
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Fall just like the brave. |
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Nobody notices the cowards fall, |
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Fall just like the brave. |
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All washed out and fading in the foreground. |
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The hammer draws back, go find your peace. |
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Everything. |
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Nothing. Me. |
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Everything. |
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Nothing. Me. |
