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Keep your bags held high try to keep your feet dry the water's coming soon will we ever see the sky? Consumed by fright we are strangers to the night street sweepers on the move burning little ladies in the night To dream, to live, to be, we will suffer in the streets and one day hope to leave our little penthouse by the sea Social cleansing in the streets soldiers armed to the teeth we pray we will be safe they dare not go beneath Step into the abyss men shouldnt live like this to escape the death squads sweet darkness we will kiss. To dream, to live, to be, we will suffer in the streets and one day hope to leave our little penthouse by the sea Our children born and raised in the stinking sewer cave we'll toss the coin of misery and pray to god we will be saved.
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Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 2:05 AM UTC
Penthouse By The Sea
Keep your bags held high try to keep your feet dry the water's coming soon will we ever see the sky? Consumed by fright we are strangers to the night street sweepers on the move burning little ladies in the night To dream, to live, to be, we will suffer in the streets and one day hope to leave our little penthouse by the sea Social cleansing in the streets soldiers armed to the teeth we pray we will be safe they dare not go beneath Step into the abyss men shouldnt live like this to escape the death squads sweet darkness we will kiss. To dream, to live, to be, we will suffer in the streets and one day hope to leave our little penthouse by the sea Our children born and raised in the stinking sewer cave we'll toss the coin of misery and pray to god we will be saved.
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Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 2:05 AM UTC
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