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Stop smiling or I’ll have to smile back
I don’t want to be the father that lets his own son drawn
Too much time on our hands
Close your eyes and listen to the echoes of the war
You’re invited to be host of the village funeral
And on this special day I’ll show you, the dark side of my hands
Don’t say a word,
Save yourself the effort, there’s life after the storm
We’re the kings of tomorrow
Your sister supplied us with fake horoscopes
I’m not going to tear them into pieces
Just because she let me down
We’re the kings of tomorrow
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