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chimes sing sunday morn
today’s the day she sworn
to steal what she never could own
and race from this hole she calls home
now you’re at the wheel
tell me how, how does it feel?
so good to have equalized
to lift up the lids of your eyes
as the mile they disappear
see land begin to clear
free from the filth and the scum
this american satellites won
she’ll carry on through it all
she’s a waterfall
(reuploading this here because i'm deleting my other account)