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Neuron flash in fifty watts |
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Pinpointing to the streetlight limbo |
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Told me it was chemistry |
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Why I behave like this? |
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Why I move in misdirected impulse |
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And speak in scrambled clusters of white noise? |
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Traction is not a term of endearment |
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Death is an experiment best conducted face down |
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Vertigo may not include spinning |
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But it ought to |
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I am languid in the puddle |
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Face full of concrete cellophane |
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Don't say a single ****ing word |
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Unless you speak with a drowning tongue |
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I'm not listening |
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I'm not focusing |
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My eyes have sunk and set |
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And I am invincible |
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I'm water proof |
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Someone said that |
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HeavenWas just coincidence |
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Collision of electrons |
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Well, this is not the time |
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Before touching me |
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I am a conduit changing colors |
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Frantic humming televisions |
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Conducting city spasms |
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Shorting voltage like a fuse |
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C'mon, get out |
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The elevating vibration of hysteria |
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Amplified by the armor of the tarn |
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Flashing lights paint veins across the sky |
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And everyone along the roadside |
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Just wants to see a saint |
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Not the serenity of sirens |
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The allure of the |
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Femme Fatale |
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And her defibrillator hands can't stop me now |
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I feel quite all right |
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I feel quite all right |
