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All this middle class guilt
Like all things will pass.
The children of conquistadors
Will settle down at last.
And you move like a ghost
Never touching anything.
But there's violence in your movement.
There's murder in your step.
Underneath a blanket of clouds.
I need you in my sight.
Give me a blindfold and a cigarette.
There isn't a thing on earth that I regret.
So off with his head.
Every creature can be cruel
And there's no exception here.
I've seen a thousand distant cities burn
And never left my home.
And you move like a ghost
Never touching anything.
But there's violence in your movement.
There's murder in your step.
Underneath a blanket of clouds.
I need you in my sight.
Give me a blindfold and a cigarette.
There isn't a thing on earth that I regret.
So off with his head.
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