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And the synthetic symphony |
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Swirls around your knees |
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Through your bloodstream |
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And the saltwater symphony |
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Guides its laser beam |
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Down your throat |
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And past your lungs |
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To glow steadily |
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Patiently |
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Passinately |
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On your tongue |
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And the Germs they're winning the war |
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And I just don't care anymore |
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In a world that's toil and trouble |
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One by one it bursts all your bubbles |
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And the synthetic symphony |
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Beats a perfect analogy |
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To your heartbeat |
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Woodwinds and seraphim |
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Come waltzin' in |
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To the sound of hymns |
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And the worms they're winning the war |
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I just don't care any more |
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In a world that's toil and trouble |
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Waiting |
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(How long how long?) |
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Told the truth |
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(How long how long?) |
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Every car |
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(How long how long?) |
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Looks like you |
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(How long how long?) |
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Lazarus |
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And Magdalene |
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Come waltzin' in |
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To the sound of hymns |
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Come waltzin' in |
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To the sound of hymns |
