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From the deck, it looks so clean
Perfect order, perfect mean
Every angel knows the score
But I see a crack on the floor
One, two, three — they spin for me
Tin soldiers, no apology
One, two, three — they learn to bend
Valiant waltz until the end
Not a bullet, not a fight
Just a line that grows each night
Nothing much, just something wrong
Like a word in a perfect song
One, two, three — they spin for me
Tin soldiers, no apology
One, two, three — they learn to bend
Valiant waltz until the end
It's getting wider, isn't it, Doctor?
It's getting wider, isn't it, Doctor?
