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And when they come To round us up To gather us up Shadow and air I’ll think of you Standing there Lovely in the light And when they come To bag us up To make the world Invisible Oh man it already is... Pretty as a picture... But “pretty as a picture” is “halfway there.” A fortress of solitude’s no contest when you stare at oblivion The game is rigged in every direction You play to win not a goddamn thing You climb the walls, you’re made of string You climb the walls, you’re made of string You climb the walls, you’re made of string! And “pretty as a picture” means “halfway there.” Your fortress of solitude’s no contest when you’re staring at oblivion! Letras de canciones So when they come To hack us up Arms, legs, mouth, eyes Used to be so nice Used to be such a thrill... Come on, University Hill! (It’s called love...) From Letras Mania