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The World (Lies Hate 33) America destroyed my kite
They laid it flat
With their polotick tock timebomb
Waiting for the revolution
We used to have a tea house
With chilled out harmonies
But the cavelry came
The HOLY cavelry
They burnt my joy
I had this little competition
We tried to see who could fly the highest
When the jet plane yankee
Bombed it down
We're going to rebuild soon
We're going to strike back
For destroying my kite
