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Waving your goodbyes with your plastic hands and century-old arctic kisses. |
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And not a finger lifts till it all turns to shit and you all act like you're impressed. |
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You slouch now even further down as you're wondering how a top floor could replace the heaven you once saw so well. |
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We've built it all we've made our gods now we're locked in ourselves. |
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Yeah! An airbag could save my life, when my lungs collapse from methane gas of melting ice caps, if it was airtight and not uptight. |
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So laugh yourself red cause in the end |
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I know you'll choke (if it was airtight: I know you'd choke). |