And the little boy started,
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Into the eyes of the night,
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Button collects price of his time,
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Little girl glared,
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Sheets of the denial,
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The bullet connects to the price of her crime.
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What have we said,
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Wasn't it their bed,
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What of presence,
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Haven't we paid penance,
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For the new guns.
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Now the little boy sees,
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Through the eyes of delight,
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Levers erect note of his rhyme,
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Little girl bled,
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Sheets of the night,
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The lovers connect to the price of his dime.
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What have we said,
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Wasn't it their bed,
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What of our presence,
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haven't we paid penance,
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To the old gods and moved on,
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To the old gods and moved on,
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To the old gods and moved on,
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To the new guns, to the new guns.
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What have we said,
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Wasn't it their bed,
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What of our presence,
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haven't we paid penance,
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What have we said,
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Wasn't it their bed,
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What of our presence,
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haven't we paid penance,
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To the old gods and moved on,
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To the old gods and moved on,
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To the old gods and moved on,
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To the new guns, to the new guns.
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NA¨ùguns
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System of a Down |