break down the pavements
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so line up in our murder call forms
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they line us in stations
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so strip down the last destructions
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green eyes and felt in
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from the toxins that polute our insides
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were drowning [were drowning]
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were watching sunlight burn
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as you slip into through sun again
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were watching the world wide open in flames
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the daylight and the souls
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the night is taking control
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[the night is taking control]
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[Joe talking]
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and this is life twenty years later
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after the dust and smoke have cleared
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after youve lost your wife and children
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when you have passed up the chance of revenge
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a chance to recreate a species
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a soul existence, a perfection at its best
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a pure anarchy.
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stained glass windows
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the lovely way to pass the time
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impair this vision
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to recreate pefection
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slow down transition
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from the moon thats taking over
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were choking
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were watching sunlight burn
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as you slip into through sun again
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were watching the world wide open in flames
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the daylight and the souls
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and its building from a magic stain
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the night is taking control
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[the night is taking control]
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and the moon is taking over
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the moon is taking over
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the night is taking control
|
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were watching sunlight burn
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as you slip into through sun again
|
were watching the world wide open in flames
|
the daylight and the souls
|
and its building from a magic stain
|
the night is taking control
|
[the night is taking control]
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Faso Latido
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a static lullaby |