red and yellow through this dirty window pane
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disturbing your sediments of classic form and thought
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wrapped in purposeless veneers of worthless words
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and countless years of thievery and hopes of blacker days
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but we don't like this not quite one bit
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no we don't, no sir
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we just won't speak more softly
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safely wanting what we're told to save and hope for
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sleep, sweet sleep
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please define our lives for us
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so we can can sleep
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so we can trust that they are righteous
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because after all we are the promised land
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we own the promised land
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An Honest Misappropriation Of Funds
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The Snake The Cross The Crown |