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You're the last of a breed and it's begining to stinkSo you take to the clouds with your bible and drinkThe proclaimation was made, the proclaimation was feltThere's a new notch in your beltVery carefully you've protected your houseNow there's no getting outIt's too coldIt's too lateIt's too farThere's a lovely house on a lovely streetThere's a burning star but it's giving no heatTo the sting that was felt on the back of your handNow someone's lost commandVery secretly you've infected your houseNow there's no getting outIt's too coldIt's too lateIt's too far
You're the last of a breed and it's begining to stinkSo you take to the clouds with your bible and drinkThe proclaimation was made, the proclaimation was feltThere's a new notch in your beltVery carefully you've protected your houseNow there's no getting outIt's too coldIt's too lateIt's too farThere's a lovely house on a lovely streetThere's a burning star but it's giving no heatTo the sting that was felt on the back of your handNow someone's lost commandVery secretly you've infected your houseNow there's no getting outIt's too coldIt's too lateIt's too far
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