| Imperial bodybags, coming home in dribs and drabs
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| Life is numbers, with doggy tags
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| Filled with holes and coming back
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| So come on up the sky?
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| can’t make out this line very well
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| Never had a chance to wave goodbye
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| Thrown away and unhappy
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| Driven by hypocracy
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| Nothing’s finished it just fades away
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| Like a lover who has lost her faith
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| Nothing’s finished it just fades away
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| Fades away
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| Imperial bodybags, Prom Queen disposible
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| Children wrapped in home-made flags
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| Imperial bodybags, Prom Queen disposible
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| Children wrapped in home-made flags
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| And here we love the kids
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| We’re still human like everyone else
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| I have no idea what this line is at all
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| Stuck in school
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| Always willing to stick by the rules
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| Nothing’s finished it just fades away
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| Like a lover who has lost her faith
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| Nothing’s finished it just fades away
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| Fades away
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| Fades away
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| Imperial bodybags, Prom Queen disposible
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| Children wrapped in homemade flags
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| Imperial bodybags, Prom Queen disposible
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| Children wrapped in homemade flags
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| Imperial bodybags, Prom Queen disposible
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| Children wrapped in homemade flags
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| Imperial bodybags, Prom Queen disposible
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| Children wrapped in homemade flags |