Blacktop pavement cover me
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Like a Chemical Reaction or a steam roller
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Spreading randomly
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There's a distant buzz, and low frequency
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It tickles my ear, rumbles under my feet
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And it shakes the leaves off of every tree, violently
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What pretension
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Everlasting peace
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Everything must cease
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Institution on the Hill
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Like a beacon in the mind of an ancestor
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To ignite a people's will
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There's a shadowed stain on the west facade
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It has spread like decay to enshroud the fraud
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And the descendants find it oh so odd
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Oh so odd
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What pretension
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Everlasting peace
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Everything must cease
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Grave memorial hewn white stone
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Like the comforting caress of a mother
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Or a friend you've always known
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It evokes such pain and significance
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What was once is reduced to remembrance
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And the generations pass without recompense
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What pretension
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Everlasting peace
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Everything must cease
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Everything must
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Cease
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Cease
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American Lesion |