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With your head in a noose and a grape on a knife |
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Found you some breakfast or adventuring eye |
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You smell trouble, well, how should we get some sleep? |
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When the last of the notes dries dead below skies |
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Poems about poisonous berries and vines |
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Would you warm out of the fire of nature, burning up your sheet |
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You know, |
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I wore mistakes so |
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I'd feel alive |
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Unlearn perfection a number of times |
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Just wood un-refurbished sounds more like paradise to me |
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Oh, the stones'll start talking, bad weathers a sign |
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Hunters and robbers that drip blood in fall time |
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Glow star told me, "Better run while the earth holds this heat" |
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Well, come out in the night |
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Everybody we know |
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We'll be laughing and singing |
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And there won't be no fighting |
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Well come out in the night |
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Where all the lasers are firing |
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And our babies are gurgling |
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And our elders are wobbly |
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We're not going underground |
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Are you going underground? |
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I'm not going underground |
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But their light and the pressure is pushing me down |
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Are you going underground? |
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I'm not going underground |
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But we say get to it, just to make the sound |
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Are you going underground? |
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I'm not going underground |
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We're not going underground |
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Are you going underground? |
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I'm not going underground now |
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Cobwebs! Cobwebs! |
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They took my home, |
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I'm in disoriented glee |
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Cobwebs! Cobwebs! |
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They blocked the path that was connecting you and me |
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Cobwebs! Cobwebs! |
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It's a sticky case the more |
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I move the less |
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I'm freeEver since |
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I was a boy |
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I found new ways to view my porridge |
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Sometimes electric, organic like strawberry meat |
