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Well now soon plan D |
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Will be released and the sea shall rise |
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And the skies open |
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And can't you see you're in on it? |
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You were born though you need not |
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Have been born here at all |
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And is that not some cause |
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For worship, being born among these trees? |
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Though the beast is lurking |
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Well Saint George he tried |
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Where he failed the sky will succeed |
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Shall be seen the hornets |
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Are you there to build a spire that blocks out the sky? |
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Your doors are open but are your minds? |
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Get down |
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And if you're sane yes I'm mad him good him bad |
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My knees are not bleeding from kneeling |
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In death's cathedral |
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Well now soon plan D |
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Will be released and the sea shall rise |
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And the skies open |