| The making of a meme
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| So goes my Brothers dream
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| Two sides to the fall and always four sides to a lean
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| But I won’t leave
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| I won’t leave him in between
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| Working alone unsure
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| Because the making of a meme is no easy dream
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| Keeps him from asking for more
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| That eyes in your mad a key
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| One day we will be in the cemetery green
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| That our father works to clean
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| He’s seen, the house of saint give me is a holy place
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| For working alive and for sure
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| Is the house of saint give me
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| That’s a lonely place
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| Keeps him from wanting for more
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| Mmmm mmmm mmmm mmmm
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| One more watcher made aware
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| Of the watching in his stare
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| Leads us to an original cause
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| So come on, come on
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| Whoa whoa, mama me oh
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| Tell me how long till I go
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| To the cemetery green that my Father keeps to clean
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| He’s seen, the plot that he must tend
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| Is that which has no end
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| The more you know the less you can be sure
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| But the house of Saint give me
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| That’s my trail and my trace
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| Keeps me from wanting for more
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| Mmmm Mmmm Mmmm Mmmm
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| Yes the watcher made aware
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| Of the watching in his stare
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| Leads us to an original cause
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| So come on
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| Come on |