Soldiers come quickly, I feel the earth beneath my feet.
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I¡¯m feeling badly, it¡¯s not an attempt at decency.
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And if you¡¯re well off, well then I¡¯m happy some for you.
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But I¡¯d rather not celebrate my defeat and humiliation here with you.
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Someone come quickly, this place was built for moving out.
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Leave behind buildings, the city planners got mapped out.
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Bring with you history, and make your hard earned feast.
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Then we¡¯ll go to Omaha to work and exploit the booming music scene and humility.
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And we¡¯ve been talking all night¡¦.
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Oh god come quickly, the execution of all things.
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Let¡¯s start with the bears and the air and mountains, rivers, and streams.
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Then we¡¯ll murder what matters to you and move on to your neighbors and kids.
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Crush all hopes of happiness with disease ¡®cause of what you did.
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And lastly, you¡¯re all alone with nothing left but sleep.
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But sleep never comes to you, it¡¯s just the guilt and forever wakefulness of
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the weak.
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It¡¯s just you and me¡¦.
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The execution of all things.
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The execution of all things.
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The execution of all things.
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The Execution of All Things
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Rilo Kiley |