Mountains all around altogether we stumble
Eleven million clowns every one with a razor out
And the smokes lies on the valley floor
And the blood dries while we spill some more
once we were the end the end of the long road
Leading to the stars of the ever-invading crowds
And the smoke lies on the valley floor
And the blood dries while we spill
Endless summer needless space fill it all up with a void
Mountains all around altogether we stumble down
And the smoke lies on the valley floor
And the blood dries while we spill some more
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