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Look Unsigned hype |
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Front line aeronauts flurry |
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Zero dark thirty |
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Zero friends minotaur-fugly stepchild |
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Evoke lunch jumped over plunging necklines |
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Up, beside tongue-tied hungry enzymes |
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Devolved into mothmen munching textiles |
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Punisher Out past go-time |
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Back 10 fried worms chubbier |
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Brown grass both sides |
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Canned food |
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Manmade tools |
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Lanacane, band aids, mandrake root |
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Bindle on a broomstick, pancaked shoes |
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And a handshake-proof campaign, can't lose |
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Can't gain |
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Smoke out moles like a force of nature |
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Pray fortune return to his favor |
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Swiftly Maybe in the form of a nest egg |
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Maybe in the form of a tesla death ray |
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Or a solid gold scene with something better to celebrate |
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Than powder on a face like a flatfoot on jelly day |
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M-m-moral compass all batshit |
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Spinning in the shadows of immoral magnets |
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Are we supporting the artist or enabling the addict |
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I mean, I guess it matters to me |
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I wish it mattered to you |
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How a thousand virtues |
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Kick the same bucket like chinatown turtles [Hook] |
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Roving packs of elusive young become |
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Choke-lore writers over boosted drums |
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In the terrifying face of a future tongue |
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Down down from a huntable surplus to one [Verse 2] (Check his own) |
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Breakneck pulse |
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Over colors in a drain |
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That emote sugar skulls in the rain |
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Flower-eyes melting |
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Guided by a levy made of that tile, tilting |
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Quarter up and headed for the kill screen |
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No corner cut, no build team |
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Only a particularly menacing |
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Angle perpendicular to everything |
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Boys room cherry bomb |
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Boy/goon very much runnin' with the devil in the mellotron |
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Hello Here's where a tale of caution |
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Pounds coffin nails |
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To bootlegs of |
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Hawkwind, saw tooth |
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Nevermind straw to gold |
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Spin hearts on sleeves into heads on poles |
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Arm in the maw |
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Fish out pith like a business card in a jar at the mall |
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A-alike androids dreaming of carbon applause |
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Get stuffed with cartoon cigars |
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Cold pack, neti-pot, home to roost |
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Around folk backed into what they most lampoon |
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Shook to the fevered brow and broke ankles |
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Daisy, declawed pound, no thank you |
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Fade me Failed all basic training |
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But I spent a couple groundhog days with a changeling |
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Silhouette the god's last cigarette |
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Anything less would be ri-god-damn-diculous [Hook] |
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Roving packs of elusive young become |
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Choke lore writers over boosted drums |
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In the terrifying face of a future tongue |
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Down down from a huntable surplus to one |
