We're surrounded・ just drop the gun (the fields have been cut off)
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The fields have been cut off with stars and black windmills
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The ticking clock spins out of control, erosion claims the monuments
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The wires rust sets the ghost with such hollow empty sound
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Breaking on its touch to eardrums
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Traversing these low vibrations to an awful piercing pitch
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So tear us down so we can cut our throats leaving the words
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Written in the sky, No we won't, no we won¨t put these hands down tonight
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And breathing takes practice and its practice we missed
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So we died end transmission we're giving up
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Climb the spires in hopes of・
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The flowing uncut grass climbs up all in efforts to drag us down
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Hidden from the stand off as if they wouldn't look
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Turn the lights low. Wasting precious time.
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Wait for no one. Tell it like it is. (x 4)
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Turn the lights low. Wasting precious time.
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Turn out the lights and dream of colors
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Wait for no one. Tell it like it is. (x 2)
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And breathing takes practice and its practice we missed
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So we die end transmission we're giving up
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Climb the spires in hopes of・
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Climb the spires in hopes that the stand off ends today
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Climb the spires in hopes of・
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Climb the spires in hopes that the destruction ends we're saved
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We're surrounded・ just drop the gun
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The fields have been cut off with stars and black windmills
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Sudden full・ sudden release!
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We're surrounded・ just drop the gun
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The fields have been cut off, the ticking clock spins out of control
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Suffer face, hands, suffocate
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We're surrounded・ just drop the gun
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The fields have been cut off with stars and black windmills
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Sudden full・ sudden release!
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We're surrounded・ just drop the gun
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The fields have been cut off, the ticking clock spins out of control
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Suffer face, hands, suffocate
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And breathing takes practice and its practice we missed
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So we die end transmission we're giving up
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We're surrounded・ just drop the gun
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The fields have been cut off with stars and black windmills
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Sudden full・ sudden release!
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Climb the spires in hopes that the stand off ends today
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We're surrounded・ just drop the gun
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The fields have been cut off, the ticking clock spins out of control
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Suffer face, hands, suffocate
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Climb the spires in hopes that the stand off ends today
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Distress In The Control Tower
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| Anatomy Of A Ghost |
