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A peaceful man opens fire
A harmless soul trips a wire
A careless child has expired
Maybe it's just living gets me down
Three dimensions and realistic sound
Meanwhile your withered brain cells fall away
But life goes on
A quicksand under your chair
A poison spreads through fresh air
Maybe it's just living gets me down
Three dimensions and realistic sound
Meantime your withered brain cells fall away
But life goes on
