| The planer´s lost and all I need
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| To line my bed with handkerchiefs
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| To bay my fatigue to build a case
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| Of true love lost and lives erased
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| To live guilt free in a foretold destiny
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| He found a hill where he stakes his claim
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| And he´ll build a house where he´ll
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| Martyr his children
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| The trees wheeze out the ocean rise
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| He´s gaining ground in his high-rise
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| And all proceeds from rewritten history
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| In fairytales that he still believes
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| He breathes and thrives and he´s immunized
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| But he´s paralyzed cause he´s sure to die off
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| Soon running for the middle higher ground but lower
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| While all the coasts are running off
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| Cold waters boils mother earth´s rage
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| His house and family have washed away
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| Where was his savior his promised
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| Road he followed every rule they ever sold
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| He saw his world as a vapor life support
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| We colonize and we multiply as we
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| Suck it dry yeah we´re sure to die off
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| Live it down live it down livid
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| Live it down |