| I watched you chase long days
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| To spend nights with the one you crave
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| This moder nation that I feel is a craze
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| All the crazies do what you don’t wanna do
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| I walk through the fields of glass
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| Silent lips, silent lips won’t laugh
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| I talk to the walls of stone
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| And I’m in hell, I’m in hell, I’m in hell
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| Call for the blood of your leaders
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| Cardboard homes for your people
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| I watched you make dog days
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| As you hunt for the last cold case
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| In moderation we think and decay
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| And all the days you do, that you don’t wanna do
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| I walk through the fields unmasked
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| Silent lips, silent lips won’t last
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| I talk with a heart of stone
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| I’m in hell, I’m in hell, I’m in hell
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| Call for the blood of your leaders
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| Cardboard homes for your people
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| It’s getting easier as we go on
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| It’s getting easier as we go on
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| We go on
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| Call for the blood of your leaders
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| Cardboard homes for your people
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| For your people
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| Call for the blood of your leaders
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| Cardboard homes for your people |