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WhGen the inspiration is abCove our staDtion
ThGoughts are melancholy and I lCet them paDss
I teGnd to view this nation through the coCndensatiDon
OCf a dirDty glGass
When the singer solemn was a bonnie laddie
When she brushed his hair with a watered comb
Then he could have dandered and he could have shown ye
Seven hills like Rome
ICf misty eyGes can witness
Love and afAmfection, love and afDfection
WhCy does the heart still reGsist?
WhDat the hell is wrong with you?
I got eyGes of mistyC blue
ACll the things I want to do are aDll I ever wanted to
As the laddie grew and he looked around him
At the thugs and rapists in their stolen suits
louder beat the rhythm of his bloody heart
Telling him to shoot
Thoughtless competition
Like a home-made prison
Made him fix his vision
On a certain fate
What's the use in winning all the worlds creation
If you won't create?
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