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Blacktop pavement cover me |
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Like a chemical reaction or a steamroller spreading randomly |
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There's a distant buzz and low frequency |
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It tickles my ear, rumbles under my feet |
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And it shakes the leaves off of every tree |
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Violently |
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What pretension, everlasting peace |
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Everything must cease |
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Institution on the hill |
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Like a beacon in the mind of an ancestor to unite a peoples' will |
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There's a shadowed stain on the west facade |
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It has spread like decay to enshroud the fraud |
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And the descendants find it oh so odd |
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Oh so odd |
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What pretension, everlasting peace |
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Everything must cease |
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Grave memorial, hewn white stone |
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Like the comforting caress of a mother or a friend you've always known |
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It evokes such pain and significance |
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What was once is reduced to rememberance |
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And the generations pass without recompense |
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What pretension, everlasting peace |
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Everything must cease |
