| Burn
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| Beneath a disgraced moon
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| Before it’s May it’s June
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| It is too late too soon
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| Freeze
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| Beneath a silent sun
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| (Don't look so stunned)
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| The deal is raw
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| The numbers are well done
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| The planes are well-adjusted as you type into the field
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| Hoods and shackles, sterile wings of steel
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| Soon a silver bird will come with rapture in its clause
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| To spirit and deposit you abroad
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| The models are corrected but the currency is strange
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| Nothing’s different, everything has changed
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| They that trap themselves between the fields and the sea
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| Pray in vapors they can barely breathe
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| Burn
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| Beneath a disgraced moon
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| Before it’s May it’s June
|
| It is too late too soon
|
| Freeze
|
| Beneath a silent sun
|
| (Don't look so stunned)
|
| The deal is raw
|
| The numbers are well done |