| In times of the new concrete
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| Both I n I pictue the end
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| All smoking on new found spliff’s
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| Conceive from behind
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| In these times of conspiracy
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| We’re all caught back to the wall
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| All lies and ignorance
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| Are soon to be gone
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| Rest assured now I won’t give a shit about shit
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| Warp it up and go
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| Shove your speech into the new crack
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| Down below
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| We alone — forever we trust in the wound
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| True to ourselves
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| With no fucking tears left
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| Strapped, locked and fucked up bad
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| With general hate of the world
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| Not lost in your abyss
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| No longer compelled
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| And I’ll burn your stupid flag any day
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| Took it of my back
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| What was once real to us was fragile
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| Let it crack
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| We alone — forever we trust in the wound
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| True to ourselves
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| With no fucking tears left
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| Shoulden’t try a lot cuz I will remain
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| And you’ll turn to be my gimp
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| It all just seems to take me higher
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| And what did it do for you?
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| Just say «What's done is done» and «Let it be»…
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| Alone — forever we trust in the wound
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| True to ourselves
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| With no fucking tears left |