Our Eyes Fill Up With Water Songtext

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Our Eyes Fill Up With Water Songtext
We are the dreams of modern nations
We feed on products of a new land
To speak of holocaust and disease
Our eyes fill up with water

TV, a tireless striptease
Flesh war, pieces on for boring
We die on a Monday morning
And I miss the moral of a story
Files and numbered information
Keep me entertained for millions
I call, Mary when I write you
That way my breathing won't excite you

Strangers from different parts of town
Pass on with their heads bowed down
I used to think it was a crime
I still do, now it's mine

We are the dreams of modern nations
We feed on products of a new land
To speak of holocaust and disease
Our eyes fill up with water
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