Rain
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Like tin angels falling
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Down
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Like a mission and we're
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Halfway there
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From some old dried up
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Fried forgotten town
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Why
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Won't they let us be ourselves
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With our potential we
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Could toe the line
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And show the bastards up
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With our divine
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Light
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Seize
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All the records from the past
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Hold for ransom all the artifacts
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This ragged town protects
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Them to the last
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With lies
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See them running heading
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Homeward to Seattle
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Deem
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All the liars in your tribe
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To be the fires on the
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Western side
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Of some old front we call
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The war of art
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Rain
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Like tin angels falling
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Down
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Like a mission and we're
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Halfway there
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From some old dried up
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Fried forgotten town
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From some old dried up
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Fried forgotten town
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To some old dried up fried
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Forgotten
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Town
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The Shadow Of Seattle
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Marcy Playground |