you face the blue and wish the roof would open up
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but arches of commerce have made the sky corrupt
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go down
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break the code of death for profit break the guns
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break the silence of money break the greedy unison
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go down
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maybe someday you'll come back to me
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find the mystical connection find the dreams
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under cynical wreckage find the winding conscious stream
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go down
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maybe someday you'll come back to me
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Go Down
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| Sam Phillips |
