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This storm is beautiful |
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It breaks the breakable |
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It blows unstoppable |
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They had claimed victory |
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They look so stupid now |
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It's ashes in their mouths |
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There are new soft people |
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For the new soft winters |
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But they cannot touch us |
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I was taught not to cry |
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I do not need to cry |
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I can hold myself inside |
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So today is a good day |
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Today is a good day |
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We love to dress to kill |
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They gave us uniforms |
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They say they suit us well |
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But these rules are not agreed |
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They're only sophistry |
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They don't apply to me |
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So today is a good day |
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Today is a good day |
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And the birds of prey love September |
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Flying like the harbingers of the winter |
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Swooping down through the azure perfect sky |
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We're drifting weightless |
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(We push our trolleys down) |
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Through the aisles of the Superstore |
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Like a couple of Stepford Wives |
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This joke is on us all |
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We all are laughable |
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We became what we despise |
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So today is a good day |
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Today is a good day |
