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They say that god created everything the earth the birds the trees the seas the skyyyy-hiiigghh But no one will admit he also put, what you call sinful in your miiind ohwhoa What is heaven? What is hell? And who the hell cares if alls well? But for those who fear the end And pray for some god send well Ohhhhhhhhh-whhhoooaaaaa well Now debris it covers everything, all the buildings burned down to the grooouuund Flooding waters or scoring droughts you can't even hear the suffering all arooouuuuund Could be heaven could be hell always throw the thoughts out of my braaaaiiiinnn Because neither pleasure nor pain time just, keeps on running down the draaaaaiiiiiiinnnn. We're all the same. Maybe one day we'll use our ******* brains.
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Sep 25, 2016
Sep 25, 2016 at 6:44 PM UTC
A folk song
They say that god created everything the earth the birds the trees the seas the skyyyy-hiiigghh But no one will admit he also put, what you call sinful in your miiind ohwhoa What is heaven? What is hell? And who the hell cares if alls well? But for those who fear the end And pray for some god send well Ohhhhhhhhh-whhhoooaaaaa well Now debris it covers everything, all the buildings burned down to the grooouuund Flooding waters or scoring droughts you can't even hear the suffering all arooouuuuund Could be heaven could be hell always throw the thoughts out of my braaaaiiiinnn Because neither pleasure nor pain time just, keeps on running down the draaaaaiiiiiiinnnn. We're all the same. Maybe one day we'll use our ******* brains.
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Sep 25, 2016
Sep 25, 2016 at 6:44 PM UTC
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