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What are you asking me for
It's not my god damn history
What do you hope to find here
There's nothing left as you can see

When the beatings all began
We begun to scream and run
But the current pulled us down
And the smallest ones would drown
Now we sit and drink all day
And sing their songs of praise

What are you asking me for
It's not my god damn history
What do you hope to find here
There's nothing left as you can see

There was something in the waves
That arrived to take our place
We were broken one by one
By angels in the sun

Now we sit and drink all day
Telling tales of yesterday
And it always ends the same

What are you asking me for
It's not my god damn history
What do you hope to find here
I thought I'd made it crystal clear

We learned a lot about the art of contradiction
We learned a lot about the company we keep
We learned a lot about what keeps us all together
I'm with you until the end

What are you asking me for
What are you asking me for
What are you asking me for
(it's not my god damn history)
What are you asking me for
(it's not my god damn history)
What are you asking me for
(it's not my god damn history)
What are you asking me...

Let the beatings now begin

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