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Crop Circle - Lyrics |
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Seeds of
Discontent |
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My tired thoughts still pondering how it came to this Even the worst can't be as bad as you made it
Chorus How can I get you to see How can I make you see that this cancer inside of me Was seeded by your discontent
A foul stench of what we've been slinging Mindless plotting pain we're bringing Learn from the child and their blissful ignorance
Whenever you draw a line You cross this line I'll place in front of You confide in me So why you keep fucking with me Why you keep fucking with ME
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