Young Wicked

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Oh my God how you've grown
Yes sir

They sit upon their hands
Betting there's an easy answer
Right of passages
Someone give rise to hope

Yes sir,
Young wicked
Yes sir,

Oh my God how you've grown
Death hides holy hidden worlds
And hello wise one, your time ain't true

Eating up those, satires, twilights and ozone
The animals have gone down below

Yes sir,
Young wicked
Yes sir,
Yes sir, yes sir
Yes sir,

Yes sir,
Young wicked
Yes sir,
Young wicked

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