| Something wicked this way comes
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| We don’t like to fall, but when we come down, we lose it all
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| Then we open someone new
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| We eat their bones and wonder why they have no bones left
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| Maybe one day, we’ll find we have
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| No need for a leader
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| I watch the faces on a screen
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| No question what I’ll have to pay for my apathy
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| Can you feel it on your face?
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| The winds of change are a lot unfriendlier these days
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| Maybe one day, we’ll find we have
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| No need for a leader
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| Something wicked this way comes
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| We don’t like to fall, but when we come down, we lose it all
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| Then we open someone new
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| We eat their bones and wonder why they have no bones left
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| Maybe one day, we’ll find we have
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| No need for a leader |