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


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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