we are one in a million we are one and the same like buildings of our generation, theyre in our name theyll censor it with a whistle now while back in 1952 the mercy of our mother there is nothing left to do its only human nature pollutes temptation we have reserved bookings for the fathers of our nation (please god tell me i havent got this right)
his things gone too far were entirely described the peeling microwavers and a telescopic eye intimate dimension keeping perfect track of time the rolling mass of thunder on a simulated line
we are all one it can not be undone were stuck there no future
if i had my way i would fly far away, where noone else could find me and build a home i could call my very own the way it was supposed to be
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