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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
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
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