| Brickwalker won’t you cease your time
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| Instead of ruin daily lives
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| Against the grain they stand
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| Against the grain they fall
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| Paint them a picture of their fate
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| Face their fearless looks so pale
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| It’s so goddamn beautiful…
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| You’ve already put your hands on their fate
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| Your mind is clear and your speech is free
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| Your doors are shut and they won’t see
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| With your cynic presence they’ll shiver
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| 'Til the break of dawn
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| Come on, come on, come on
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| They’re so expendable
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| We’re all so fatal, we’re all too able
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| We’d like to have a break… SAY
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| We’re all so tragic, illogical magic
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| We’d like to turn the page… SAY
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| So, watch them cross the yard of time
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| Do not fail don’t cross that line
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| Inside, they will leave tonight
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| Vanish through the sky
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| We’re all so fatal, we’re all too able
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| We’d like to have a break… SAY
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| We’re all so tragic, illogical magic
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| We’d like to turn the page… SAY
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| Don’t throw the page
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| Don’t throw it all away!
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| Gotta turn the page
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| Just lead thy pain astray!
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| We’re all so fatal, we’re all too able
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| We’d like to have a break… SAY
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| We’re all so tragic, illogical magic
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| We’d like to turn the page
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| Inside, they will leave tonight
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| Vanish through the sky |