| Build it for the ones who disappear
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| Vanish without a trace
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| For those who fall down
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| Crushed in the race
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| Build it wide and low to the ground
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| Paint it black
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| Freeze the core so cold surrounds
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| Where all is black
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| In the tomb of the unknown junkie
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| In the tomb of the unknown junkie
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| In the tomb of the unknown junkie
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| In the tomb of the unknown junkie
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| Display the corpse unembalmed
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| Stench of death in the air
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| Dress them in their finest clothes
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| And brush their hair
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| When the flesh rots away
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| They’ll join the wall of bones
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| A fresh corpse will soon be here
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| To call this place home |