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Watchtower

So we grow older it cannot be denied and we grow to like this little life this smaller, quieter style less of this and none of that and how does that suit you with all your bits falling apart Now look, there on the outskirts see the dust, rising it's the future calling us in our names are in its dirty mouth our names are on its filthy list

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