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You know that empires never fade and Groves keep on flowering And they're tightening up the reins To keep the animals from growling And the baby's in the black hearse Baby's in the black hearse A flushing of coughs that are young So we'll never know And a jet plane's never wrong Though the clouds sure have said so And an ocean moves along from the stage to the back row There's crazies in the back row Crazies in the back row Clapping that will never stop once it's begun A mission to act Though the act's not credible, it certainly moves along Lies get disguised as some new, wonderful, substance soon forgotten Cliché states: If it's dark in the tunnel, then it needs some light But that's just a lie used by idols who are rivals (they'd never say hello) I'd like to rest in the depths of a tunnel I won't need no light And if there's room on the tomb put the following: Letras de canciones Listen everyone Lost in the sandstorm Thoguh It won't stop raging on Though your eyes cannot take more So why is there trying? From Letras Mania