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And the little boy stared
To the eyes of the night
Button collects price of his time
Little girl glared
Sheets of denial
Bullet connects to the price of her crime
What have we said, wasn't in their bed
What of presence haven't we paid penance
For the nüguns
Now, the little boy sees
Through the eyes of delight
Levers erect note of his rhyme
Little girl bled
Sheets of the night
Lovers connect to the price of his dime
What have we said, wasn't in their bed
What of presence haven't we paid penance
To the nüguns, to the nüguns
What have we said, wasn't in their bed
What of presence haven't we paid penance
What have we said, wasn't in their bed
What of presence haven't we paid penance
To the nüguns, to the nüguns