Red Paintings, The - It Is As It Was lyrics

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 wont sell your 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

And I hear the children

Look to the stars for guidance and new life

We're human, excretions, pass to the bats for the navies that compromise

Encounters of the third kind

Look there's a hanging I think the colors are red and white

Three tries, he won't die

Beat him with stones so your father wont sell your pride

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