Ancient Rome, we built that fucker stone by stone
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Our fingers bled, our feet were worn
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But we stood strong and carried on
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Come on in, do you want to touch my bulbous head?
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With features wrapped and stretched to death
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A tiny nose is all that's left
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This is not for your entertainment
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The land at the end of our toes goes on and on and on and on
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The sand at the core of our bones, it blows on and on and on and on
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The land at the end of our toes goes on and on and on and on
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The sand at the core of our bones continues on
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The basement's gone, it seems they dug up all our land
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The world was lowered man by man,
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Let's move the sky and not join hands
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Ancient Rome, we built that fucker stone by stone
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Our fingers bled, our feet were worn
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But we stood strong and carried on
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This is not for your entertainment
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The land at the end of our toes goes on and on and on and on
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The sand at the core of our bones, it blows on and on and on and on
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The land at the end of our toes goes on and on and on and on
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The sand at the core of our bones continues on
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Life still sounds like balloons
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You chew and you chew and chew
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Your teeth crumble to the floor
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It's where they lay, it's where they lay
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Our past never really dies
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I don't think we even try
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There's no difference from
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Where we wake or where we die
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Balloons, balloons, balloons
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The land at the end of our toes goes on and on and on and on
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The sand at the core of our bones, it blows on and on and on and on
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The land at the end of our toes goes on and on and on and on
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The sand at the core of our bones continues on
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Sounds Like Balloons
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| Biffy Clyro |
