| It feeds, and grows, inside your eyes
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| The air, it forces, between the deep
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| Less vacation, fornication
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| The noise, the noise have fear
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| Where, where do we go from here?
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| Too much sin, and tears
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| Drawing us to this naked paradise
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| Keep pace with them will make you sin
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| Fragile brush, and nemo grin
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| Excessive surveillance, your camera’s clear
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| Under the soil, never spoils
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| So clear, so frail, just entails
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| Despise the moment, when you are here
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| So clear, so frail, just entails
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| Despise the moment, when you are here
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| The noise, the noise have fear
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| Where, where do we go from here?
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| Too much sin, and tears
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| Drawing us to this naked paradise
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| Less vacation, fornication
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| So fight, the gun
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| See it
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| Stand back, go
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| The something has begun
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| The noise, the noise have fear
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| Where, where do we go from here?
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| Too much sin, and tears
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| Drawing us to this naked paradise |