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President dead is clueless

And he's, caught in a head-lock police state

God and scalding stained glass

Incubated and get set to let our(?)

Fingers buy the tickets to go find

God like a piggy in a fair

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And we know that suffering is so much better

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Winter of our discontent

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Every night we are nailed into place and

Every night we just can't seem to

Ever remember the reason why

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And we know that suffering is so much better

This is for the people that want you

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And we know that suffering is so much better

And we don't want to live live forever

And we know that suffering is so much better

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And we know that suffering is so much better