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Pack up with what's worthy |
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Lock it up in the car |
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Don't be surprised if i drive too far |
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Speak now and we're followed while the weakest react |
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The nose on the siren is right on our tracks |
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A pair of tripods eyes through streets of mercury |
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Not as common as leisure days |
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Not as modern as much too late |
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I sailed through the catapults between april and may |
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He quoted his price & that's what he'll pay |
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He spread thick like a heathen |
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The clouds buried the chalk |
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While the sut on our throat |
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Till our engine stops |
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Pearls & oysters every each turn |
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Grow the lilac near the grubworm |
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Push the button closest to him |
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Give me glue so i can stick to plan |
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Push the button closest to him |
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But instead |
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Sail the desert |
