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Reminds me of a lizard, |
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now it is the milkyway. . . |
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And like the cobra strikes, |
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shed some dirt as you would say. . . |
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There is no use to even try. . . try. . . |
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The judgement taken by surprise. . . surprise. . . |
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A whirlwind scattered ' cross, |
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abuse is never acting fair. . . |
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Redemption scratched and lost, |
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like you' d never understand. . . |
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There is no use to even try. . . try. . . |
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The judgement taken by surprise. . . surprise. . . |
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And now the fire' s spreading, |
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all you gotta do is say. . . |
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But your mouth' s got a million tongues, |
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and the laughter remains. . . |
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We hunted down your magic, |
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like a missile in it' s prime. . . |
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And they say that nothing' s won, |
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well we can' t complain. . . |
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Pull out your gun that' s how, |
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that right your trying to defend. . . |
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The scent is shipped around, |
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the deed is better than the blame. . . |
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There is no use to even try. . . try. . . |
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The judgement taken by surprise. . . surprise. . . |
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And now the fire' s spreading, |
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all you gotta do is say. . . |
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But your mouth' s got a million tongues, |
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and the laughter remains. . . |
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We hunted down your magic, |
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like a missile in it' s prime. . . |
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And they say that nothing' s won, |
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well we can' t complain. . . |