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Rain
Like tin angels fallingdown
Like a mission and we
`rehalfway there
From some old dried upfried forgotten town
Why
Won
`t they let us beourselves
With our potential wecould toe the line
And show the bastards upwith our devine
Light
Seize
All the records from thepast
Hold for ransom all theartifacts
This ragged town protectsthem to the last
With lies
See them running headinghomeward to Seattle
Deem
All the liars in your tribeto be the fires on thewestern side
Of some old front we callthe war of art
Rain
Like tin angels fallingdown
Like a mission and we
`rehalfway there
From some old dried upfried forgotten town
From some old dried upfried forgotten town
To some old dried up friedforgotten
Town
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