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Lead me to life, star spangled eyes
Turtles and doves filling the skies
Lawful offense lustrally spurts
Never repent the harvest that hurts
Aging - without time
in this paradise of self-defence
you need treatment - barrows
Silenced - when two as one
cross the barriers of violence
have confidence - ashes
Follow your kind star spangled heir
rockets and calls filling the air
Wash up and walk into the night
stale souvenirs; memories that bite
Merry Mary, merry Mary
marry marry happypill
(repeat to end)
From the pikes of the Inkas,
from the abysses of Pamir
From the Alps of the Old world,
some things are clear, some things are not
In the high mountain air I feel bright when I ain't
I see a throned spirit and 24 elderly saints
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