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What dreams splendidly weaved from an atom bomb retrieved from a teleprompt. |
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Practical, you are not, 'cause you break the ice with a cotton swab. |
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A fever can cool us off, a handshake is a contact sport. |
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No one was waiting to throw out the pilot. |
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We'll float on the back of the winds that you send us. |
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Another tomorrow, shedding the shade we made yesterday. |
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Disguised as the lightning, dissolving all of the thunder, then - |
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Appeasing our monsters under the acrylic skies. |
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Another tomorrow.. so fly, and grab my hand here comes the crash |
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I live for the strong impact that renders both our airbags. |
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Seven folds take very letter you send, don't fold if you're made to bend, rekindle the feud again. |
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You recognise your next door naighbers name... |
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String up your harp, play like today will last five minutes. |
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This wont take long, sing us a song to stop the sirens. |
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Sing us a song to stop the silence. |
