| Semi-precious stone for Cassandra
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| Semi-precious stone for your drugs
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| Semi-precious stone for science
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| Semi-precious stone for your kiss
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| But I am standing on a pile of diamonds
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| That I would like to submit
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| For your totem poles
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| For every time we hated the police
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| Or had to get out of the city to get free
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| A semi-precious stone, semi-precious stone
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| For every thumb we ran along the crease
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| I am standing on a pile of diamonds
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| That i would like to submit
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| And lover, it was so windy
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| The night was filled with furious trees
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| The streets were strewn with broken branches
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| Oh, save me from this conspiring breeze
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| This is the sound
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| This is the sound
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| This is the sound
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| This is the sound
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| This is the sound
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| This is the sound
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| Of the sky foaming at the mouth
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| This is the sound that I choose to make, now
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| This is the sound that I choose to make
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| Surrounded with tools and
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| No longer suitable for carving faces
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| Swinging down
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| Through the air
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| Like a branch
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| Through the air
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| Until my basic human bones
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| Are like a hammer
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| Like a hammer on a semi-precious stone
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| This is the sound
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| This is the sound
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| This is the sound
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| This is the sound
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| This is the sound
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| This is the sound
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| Of the sky foaming at the mouth
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| So hey, you can keep Cassandra
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| And you can keep your kiss
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| You should save your energy
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| For the new apocalypse |