And the world,
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is turning - burning,
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upon the hill,
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your city's thriving - thriving,
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Pride locked, wage your cost,
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at the expense, of us all
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Send More Paramedics x 5
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We'll raid your Ivory Towers
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Storm the calm in your enclave
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Your base delights are soured
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You cannot steer your feet clear of the grave...
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Cannot steer clear of the grave...
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Send More Paramedics x 5
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Send More Paramedics
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| Malice In Leatherland |
