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(hey Schro', it's 3 o'clock, can you cover for me? I got to go and get the Dilaudan.) |
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He's might what you'd call |
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You might do well to describe |
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...that is to say |
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He's his own good time |
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Day after workday I'm always amazed |
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At the stupid shit he finds hilarious |
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And how I envy his way |
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While witnessing the |
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Windup windup out of the the head |
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Windup windup got to get out of the head |
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Control freak admittedly I am |
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So the docs and I conduct a little thought experiment |
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And in his own good time |
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He's a lab monkey banging on the controls |
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Alarming the amygdala |
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Attenuating the cingulum |
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Shorting out the cerebral cortex |
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Lighting up the limbic |
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Watch him now take a little trip |
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Bugeyed |
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...down the reward highway |
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Like all trials of this nature |
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The sensing probes affected the results |
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A new relation for his amygdala |
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The new connotation I'm his accomplice |
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Together we windup windup |
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As measurements go off the human scale |
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Worker harder and harder for less and less |
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The windup creates a life of its own |
