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Pet sounds filling pet peeve void's |
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Black and white tv with the sound turned down |
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Is it mono or stereo? |
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Lending aneurysm satisfaction in the |
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Fruitless gaze of your mona lisa lazy smile |
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Trick ourselves in portable stanzas |
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Black russian throated on this |
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Guillotine cancer |
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How steep we are |
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But there's just no telling |
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Just no telling |
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Savion is under heel clicking |
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Morse code through movie stills again |
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The sky had blackened with carrion birds |
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Pinstriped suits and cigarettes tapped danced |
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Through the tepid burlesque |
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Their mouths were parched with excess thirst |
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Bridge and chorus candy curse |
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Still they snag through the strepthroat verse |
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Pet sounds filling pet peeve voids |
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Black and white tv with the sound turned down |
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Like breathing blood through lungs of czar's child |
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If i had a dollar for every plot that you made |
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In this bed of nails you make |
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How steep |
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How steep we are |
