.We crossed the big blue pond in search of religious freedom. Our gluttony is enslaving our own.
Pretty packaged garbage we sell to the innocent. Our hearts are filled with discontent.
Don't you think it's strange? Things weren't set out this way.
Don't you think it's strange? Things.
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