Twenty-Six
Iko
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I paid for your empty empire
I left you a note
The ground was a bed of feathers
Right where you all vote
Take all of your vitriolic bad mannered ideals
And leave them where i used to run
From my house to the fields
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And don't paper
Don't paper over this
This
And don't ever
Don't ask me to exist
In the land that was free
You march to a loud beat and it's out of time with me
There's no tears where we've gone but there are some left on my sleeve
And don't paper