| Baby
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| Empires crumble all the time
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| Pay it no mind
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| You just happened to witness mine
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| Don’t let all the light fall from your eyes
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| Come come
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| Empires crumble all the time
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| How can a dismally typical Tuesday
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| Delivering blues with lead in its canopy
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| Scruff me pin me and let’s make a man of me
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| Turn up the pounding of the hearts all around
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| And I’m bound to get busy with checking on the living
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| And I’ll wring out their hands and my eyes with the sobbing
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| But how can a bland unremarkable typical Tuesday be Day of the Dead?
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| Baby
|
| Empires crumble all the time
|
| Pay it no mind
|
| You just happened to witness mine
|
| Don’t let all the light fall from your eyes
|
| Come come
|
| Empires crumble all the time
|
| How can a dismally typical Tuesday
|
| Delivering blues with lead in its canopy
|
| Scruff me pin me and let’s make a man of me
|
| Turn up the pounding of the hearts all around
|
| And I’m bound to get busy with checking on the living
|
| And I’ll wring out their hands and my eyes with the sobbing
|
| But how can a bland unremarkable typical Tuesday be Day of the Dead?
|
| Baby
|
| Empires crumble all the time |