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Paint the streets in white Death is the standard breach for a complex prize I think it's sweet of you and your parents are proud But I would expect it from anyone Now to protect life's indigenous sound Worship, play, play Worship, play, play Worship, play, play Worship, play, worship, play Worship, worship Play and worship, play, play Play and worship, play, play Play and worship, play, play Play and worship, play, worship, worship How the streets they swell While the animals make their way through the crowds If you keep listening you can hear it for miles God, I trust everyone quicker with every faint smile Worship, play, play Worship, play, worship, play Play and worship, play, play Play and worship, play, play Worship, worship Play and worship, play, play Worship, worship Play and worship, play, play Worship, worship Play and worship, play, play Play and worship, play, play Play and worship, play, play Play and worship, play, worship, worship And the crowd goes wild And the camera makes you seasick God, it's so sweet of you and I know you're proud And the car bomb hits quick click, faint smile It's the same sound It's the same, same sound And the crowd goes wild And the camera makes you seasick God, it's so sweet of you, you know I'm proud And the car bomb tick-ticks with the same sound It's the same sound With the same sound