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Tea Party - Army Ants Bring on the absolute A walk on the water Can lead you to slaughter No one will feel you No one will hear you Bring on the brave new world Tied to condition A slave to submission All that I need Is a way to deceive The eyes of the end I could rise once again And still shine on Crawl on your hands and knees Blind from the vision, The dawn of decision |
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