| Innocence
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| One of the things we had
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| Until the flag got through it
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| The smile doesn’t work no more
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| The smile doesn’t think like me
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| I wish that I could cook for you
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| Then smile and pick your teeth
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| The smile doesn’t work no more
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| The smile don’t breathe like life
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| Can’t see how you rest at night
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| The smile don’t care, it hides
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| The smile doesn’t work no more
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| I’ve got a picture in my head of what you look like when you’re sleepin'
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| This skin sinks into the instincts of a demon
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| Can’t believe the words exist once you’re breathin'
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| The evil-eyed eagle flies high into the evenin'
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| Every season has a reason
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| And every allegiance was inspired by some type of a treason
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| You can keep your secrets, nobody needs 'em
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| Convinced everything’ll get better after you leave him
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| Skip the proper impeachment, not enough to call the bluff
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| Of the cotton beef, rotten top feeder got a fever
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| Caught him stealin' from his own father
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| Caught the globe fucker off with his mother, no don’t bother
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| Got a better plot, a lot more dignified
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| A little more historic, a lot less truth to hide
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| Do it right, set a precident
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| Be the first one to ride into the sunset, successful suicide
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| The smile doesn’t work no more
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| The smile doesn’t see my side
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| Or the people we leave behind
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| Or into the fear of the crowd
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| The smile doesn’t work no more
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| Didn’t think that you would, give a little of a damn
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| About the interest of the man, woman, child look at now with your crooked smile
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| Put it into the perspective of a skeptic
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| Well first it hit in hell, head first (boom!)
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| All you wanted was all of it, callin' him from the office
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| Unaware and lost of where the watchtower sits
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| Power fits in your wallet, too much for the mountain of big guns
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| Death count, it’s got you all surrounded now
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| Dubya dubya dubya dot six six six dot net
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| Fuck ya fuck ya fuck ya lots of kiss kiss kiss got wet (splash!)
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| Break the body, set fire, no loss
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| Make the dollar holler, how much will your soul cost?
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| When you die, are you gonna be surprised?
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| Will you see it coming? |
| Will it be your summons?
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| When you face the judgement of death
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| Reinterpretation is all that’s left, now hold your breath and
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| Close your eyes
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| Prop up your disguise
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| Reap their loving eyes
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| The smile doesn’t work no more
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| The smart doesn’t trust your words
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| Laughing at what we’ve heard
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| Stop and then cut the nerves
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| The smile doesn’t work no more
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| The smirk doesn’t do us just
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| It marked my ignorance
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| The smirk assembled us
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| The smile doesn’t work no more |