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

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