Children died
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too serve my [?]
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i tied a rope i tied a lullabye
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and lala i said i tatter way up high
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and when you lay yourself down to rest
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sometimes a lemon flyeying though your head
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your growing older
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your growing older
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your growing old
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you got let down
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you had to tell your lie
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down on the grind
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your seen way way up high
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and when when yuo
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lay yourself down to bed
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through your rolling victims and silence-head
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The Pop Song
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| The Rapture |
