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In the beginning of the old ash |
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That helmet night of many openings |
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You wore your sharpened pistol mask |
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I don't know why you wore that useless thing |
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I didn't know you let them call you that |
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The crudest terms are all encompassing |
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But I know why you didn't fight back |
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We're both afraid of public things |
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We're both afraid of public things |
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We're both afraid of public things |
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Just because all the rocks are overturned |
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And the worms are all baking |
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Doesn't mean all the animals are gone |
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There's a new breed in the making |
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Just because all the rocks are overturned |
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And the worms are all baking |
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Doesn't mean all the animals are gone |
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There's a new breed in the making |
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In the beginning of the old ash |
|
That helmet night of many openings |
|
You wore your sharpened pistol mask |
|
I don't know why you wore that useless thing |
|
I didn't know you let them call you that |
|
The crudest terms are all encompassing |
|
But I know why you didn't fight back |
|
We're both afraid of public things |
|
We're both afraid of public things |
|
We're both afraid of public things |
|
Just because all the rocks are overturned |
|
And the worms are all baking |
|
Doesn't mean all the animals are gone |
|
There's a new breed in the making |
|
Just because all the rocks are overturned |
|
And the worms are all baking |
|
Doesn't mean all the animals are gone |
|
There's a new breed in the making |
