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Waiting for the scythe
Richocet ricochet
The world is on a corner
Waiting for jobs
Ricochet ricochet
Turn the holy picture
So they face the wall
And who can bear to be forgotten
March of flowers
March of dimes
These are the prisons
These are the crimes
Sound of thunder
Sound of gold
Sound of the devil breaking parole
Ricochet
It's not the end of the world