psychedelic waves in the ocean of war
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nothing was learned from that leasson before
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we're a traveling mass with a memory loss
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while the army men roll but still gathering moss
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nothing was learned
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every highway has turned
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on to winding avenues
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to a black wall they're carved on to
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now to earth the land is at war
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with each whittling birth behind every door
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they'll do unto you what they've done to me
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so not to let go means not to be free
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nothing was learned
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every highway has turned
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on to winding avenues
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to a black wall they're carved on to
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Ocean of War
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The Samples |