Clara would be proud to know us
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We've taken it to the end
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Where the grey turns to black
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And the white just begins-
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We live everyday on the water
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The night just kills the pain
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From the suffering that was
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We are no stronger-we are dust-
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Down in the crowd we're down
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on our knees
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Wanna get out but
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don't wanna succeed
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We're the red-eyed legends
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of the night before
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We're the dead mind babies
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of the T.V. war-
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Living in a rectory of sin
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Against the currents we all swim
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Cageless wonders of sometime when
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The paper icon's chase will end-
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Our Way
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| Germs |
