| Gliding, up and down
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| Choked on diamonds
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| Giving the world a view, here come the swans
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| Red-headed leader one, venom spitting clouds
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| Swagger fake-breasted song, here come the swans
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| Trident spear in tow, careful as she swings it low
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| Slices the praisers, here come the swans
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| Terror all around, beauty can terrorize
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| Riot on fake-feathered friends, here killed the swans
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| Wake up, shake up your blanket of sorrows
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| Warm tongue in one ear, pearl gun in the other
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| They glide into the sun
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| They hide away the moon
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| They hijack the bloody night
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| They idolise their wounds |