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The maps don't tell how blind we are
They show a thousand american flags
with plans of burn and no return
With plans of planning broken plans
And why are you willing to depart?
Well, I'm quite sure that you'll just hide
All we are is fear
All we do is hide ourselves
If two plus two makes four, you're a fucking three
If two plus two makes four, you're a fucking three