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My chest is a ribcage, filled with bees |
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Spires, flames, Cincinnatti |
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Reminds me of hell |
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Thrust into the pit of bengals |
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We'll push that horned building |
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Off into the fog |
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I ain't been laid in five long years, man |
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It's just I got these ideals |
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I can't get them out of my head |
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And she's waiting for me somewhere |
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On a train or a bus or something mundane like that |
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I know that's the case, you see |
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I know it to be so, you can ask my mom |
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And we'll give each other presents sometimes |
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And relive all the fun times we had at other times |
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When we were not having them right then |
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And when that don't happen |
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Use my ribcage parts to build a ship |
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Don't bother putting it back together |
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Use my ribcage parts to build a ship |
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What it protects, don't even fucking matter |
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Use my ribcage parts to build a ship |
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Don't bother putting it back together |
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Use my ribcage parts to build a ship |
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What it protects, don't even fucking matter |
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She's on a train or something, you know |
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And they wreck from time to time |
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You might say that's rediculous |
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But the demographics, man, never lie |
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The demographics never lie |
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To somebody her scalp is peeled |
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From the twisted plastic right now |
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What if it's mine |
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I'll just be a thousand Oxygen channel movies |
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To a thousand different people |
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A thousand different ways |
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And I don't care who it hurts |
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And when that does happen |
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Use my ribcage parts to build a ship |
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Don't bother putting it back together |
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Use my ribcage parts to build a ship |
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What it protects, don't even fucking matter |
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Use my ribcage parts to build a ship |
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Don't bother putting it back together |
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Use my ribcage parts to build a ship |
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What it protects, don't even fucking matter |
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Everyone's listening, I can't communicate effectively |
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Under these circumstances, too self conscious |
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I always do the same old shit, when it really matters |
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Like now, like now, like now |
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My chest |
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It is a ribcage |
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It is a chest |
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It is a ribcage |
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It is a chest |
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It is a ribcage |
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It is a chest |
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On it depends, the ground bends |
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After everything crumbles to pieces |
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I will be happy in my mess |
