You set the grade
We play the field
We pinch you just to make sure that you know it's real
Your screw comes loose
You lose your soul
And with it goes your worries and your self control
Your speakers shake
The sounds of Lifted
Your reaction is the reason that we all persisted
So here we come
A new collective
Transatlantic opposition with a new perspective
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