| Stick with us, throw your morals out the door
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| You aren’t in the land of the river and the lake no more
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| Makeshift schemes, we’ve got plenty here for you
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| Lock away your dreams and throw away the key
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| You’ve been stuck in the middle of patience and animosity
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| With a lust for solidity, and a cryptic history your lucks running thin
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| Crimson hands, brandish words which masquerade
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| If you flee from grace your souls can not be saved
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| This scene shifts, exits illustrate the flood
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| Don’t be ashamed of your unlawful flaw
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| When the bombs go off you’ll know right where you are
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| You’ve been stuck in the middle of patience and animosity
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| With a lust for solidity, and a cryptic history your lucks running thin
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| You’ve been stuck in the middle of patience and animosity
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| With a lust for solidity, and a cryptic history your lucks running thin |