in and out of phase.
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the clock winds up the nations hands.
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falling on disgrace.
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watching pragmatists have plans.
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to bringing down the face.
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the woman hides the strings of death.
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stepping down the maze.
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a broken life will bind a broken man.
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a second hand can sell.
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to a fading sense of self.
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the wares and tools to break and make another hell.
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the blindness we hide inside.
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will make us carry more.
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empty cans and useless monuments of wealth.
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and we could hold hands.
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bring back the sea.
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and we could stand up.
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we could believe
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Strings
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| Appleseed Cast |
