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A tired assertion A sordid affair The record repeating With no one aware (Oooooooh) Does it scare? Layered like an onion Cut pole to pole Left for the vultures Out in the cold (Oooooooh) Is it old? Caught on a stand Spotting the scene Waters will rise Drowning the sea I fill my cup But it's not enough The tide is high A casual observer A room full of stares A saddle that's never Out of its lair Letras de cancionesStuck in a cycle Foreign to most Acidic environs Sicken the host (Oooooooh) Far too close Stuck on a stand Spotting the scene Waters will rise Drowning the sea I fill my cup But it's not enough The end is nigh Layered like an onion Cut pole to pole Left for the vultures Out in the cold (Oooooooh) Is it old? From Letras Mania