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The ones who made us Are always looking for the ones who made them The ones who contain us Are always looking for the ones who made them Encounters of the third kind Look, there's a hanging, I think I'll go (?) Three tries, he won't die Beat him with stones so your father (?) pride The ones who made us Are always looking for the ones who made them See, they want to contain us But they're always looking for the ones And I'm sorry, sorry, that they didn't tell you about the world And I'm sorry, I'm sorry that they didn't tell you about the world We're so sorry So the ones who made us Are always looking for the ones who made them See, they want to contain us But they're always looking for the ones And I'm sorry that they didn't tell you about the world And I'm sorry, I'm sorry that your seizure told you about the world And I'm sorry, I'm sorry that they didn't tell you about the world And I'm sorry, I'm sorry that they didn't tell you about the world And I'm sorry, I'm sorry that they didn't tell you about the world And I'm sorry, I'm sorry that they didn't tell you about the world I'm sorry No We're so sorry No And I'm sorry that they didn't tell you about the world I'm so sorry The children Look to the stars for guidance and new life We're human, excretions, (?) compromise Encounters of the third kind [[Incomplete]] |