| I would have thought to find you
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| Somewhere less sinister
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| I know you know the truth
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| But still act the court jester, still
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| That is who we are, from the dust of stars
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| We fight over ridiculous things
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| While our sun expands to one day kill us all
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| A perfect end for the waste of space that we are
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| How many witches burned
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| How many drowned that wouldn’t float?
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| How many women killed
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| Because we feared they would rock the boat? |
| Still…
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| That is who we are, from the dust of stars
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| We fight over ridiculous things
|
| While our sun expands to one day kill us all
|
| A perfect end for the waste of space that we are
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| Who we are
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| Who we are
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| Who we are
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| That is who we are, from the dust of stars
|
| We fight over ridiculous things
|
| While our sun expands to one day kill us all
|
| A perfect end for the waste of space that we are
|
| That is who we are, from the dust of stars
|
| We fight over ridiculous things
|
| While our sun expands to one day kill us all
|
| A perfect end for the waste of space that we are |