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The roots of the matter run miles deep |
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This is the era of eternal sleep |
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Please everybody now but please be advised |
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Nothing's going away just cuz' you're closing your eyes |
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This is the harvest of some rotten seeds |
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This surely isn't any mystery |
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This is the fruit of-a the poison trees |
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You better ask yourself what you believe |
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I see a stormin' is coming down |
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And I can feel my bones creak |
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I know you can feel it too |
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But you just to scared |
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Are you just to scared to speak? |
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The wire is taped now and crackling hot |
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Words from a burning screen will make your stomach knot |
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Fear the hopeless and lock the door |
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Sweet safety, praise the lord |
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The loud voices got the signals locked |
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All the past heroes now outlined in chalk |
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Well that'll teach the world to not walk the walk |
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And show your face out in the light and hear the pistols pop |
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Well.. this is the harvest of some rotten seeds |
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This surely isn't any mystery |
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This is the fruit of-a the poison trees |
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You better ask yourself what you believe |
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I see a stormin' is coming down |
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And I can feel it in my bones |
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I know you can feel it too |
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But you think that you're |
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You think that you're all alone |
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Old tactics leaves you face down on the bricks |
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This new dog knows some terrible tricks |
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Turn the camera's off and it doesn't exist |
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Thats a lesson well learned back in 1966 |
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This is the harvest of some rotten seeds |
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This surely isn't any mystery |
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This is the fruit of the poison trees |
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You better ask yourself what you believe |
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I see a stormin' is coming down |
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And I can feel my bones creak |
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I know you can feel it too |
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But you just to scared |
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Are you just to scared to? |
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A stormin' is coming down |
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And I can feel it in my bones |
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I know you can feel it too |
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But you just think that you're |
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You think that you're all alone |
