TIC-TAC-toe, TIC-TAC-toe,
And we are at war with ourselves.
We are like little, scary dwarfs
We sit, all the best in ourselves is destroyed.
TIC-TAC-toe, TIC-TAC-toe,
And they draw crosses on our backs.
Our sins are sometimes so great,
That we are walking a mile atonement.
TIC-TAC-toe, TIC-TAC-toe
We shed blood reluctantly.
We are innocent of being traitors
And we perish, flying into the abyss.
TIC-TAC-toe, TIC-TAC-toe
We...
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