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Making Americans
03:31
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Soon as you see the light
I'll break your head on the floor
You're made of something not quite natural
We don't want your kind anymore
Did you emerge a fetal disaster?
Crown of technological thorns
Did you arrive a part-time national?
Do you really wanna get born?
Baby, take my hand, I'm gonna make you something
I'm having fun making Americans
I'm making Americans
Carry your cares in a cartridge
Bury alive your baby dreams
I'm gonna wrap you right up in something
Straight out of 1963
You gotta lose that digital blood
and get you back into the national mean
I'm gonna throw you into a big black void
And pray the angels bring you right back up to me
Baby, take my hand, I'm gonna make you something
I'm having fun making Americans
I'm making Americans
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Down on Marston Blues
03:42
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Down on Marston blues, questions whose in these shoes
Doesn’t seem to make sense, can’t I just leave this tense?
Down on Marston blues again, I could really use a hand
I promise it won’t be in vain, I just need help to stand
This isn’t like those times, when to us I did lie
Can’t you see that these rhymes, do nothing to get me by
Down on Marston blues, my actions don’t choose
The man that I’d like to be, what is wrong with me?
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