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Covered in another layer, where'd you go?* |
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Tasting like another flavor I don't know |
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Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on out of there |
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Into the bright, mathematical I'll call it a dare |
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There is not another way out of this mess |
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There is nothing left inside to repress |
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Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on back to me |
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Into the arms, into the arms you're supposed to be |
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I'm running out of angles |
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Left here just to dangle |
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Over your volcano |
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Give me something broken that I can fix |
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Show me something hard to see that I'll miss |
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Sarcasm never got me far, so what anyway |
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An autopilot shopping cart, I'll take anything you give me |
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I'm running out of angles |
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Left here just to dangle |
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Over your volcano |
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I know there is so much better |
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Better than this weather |
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Over your volcano |
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Who said this was logical - probably me |
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Thought I was methodical with my gripped gloves |
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I can't look down, I can't stare directly in your eyes |
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All of this heat has got to mean that I'm closer, baby |
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I'm running out of angles |
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Left here just to dangle |
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Over your volcano |
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I know there is so much better |
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Better than this weather |
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Over your volcano |
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Volcano |
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Volcano |
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Volcano |
