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Back down for another electric funeral |
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On acidwords and neonbones |
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I ride A zeronaut without hand or heart |
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Yet I kept these words inside |
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Once in a while you'd better listen to the worn |
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And keep your laughteer torn |
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Down for more of those nothings |
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Neonecrononsense and unlight |
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Saw a skeleton eatin' its gravestone |
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But I keep these words inside |
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Down for some madmouthmurder |
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Though all my words already died |
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A somewhat doomdrugged inkjunkie indeed |
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Still I'll keep those words inside |
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Once in a while you'd better listen to the worn |
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And keep your laughter torn |
