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The sun flies through the sky, leaves darkness in its wake |
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And now I hear the hellhounds barking at the gate |
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To be honest, sometimes |
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I want you to relate |
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This ain't up for discussion, it's not a topic for debate |
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Entrepreneurs that want to bottle up the hate |
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And slap a label on the glass so hard that it'll break |
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If you break it you buy it, and we sold it by the case |
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It's okay if you just try it, you can hold it to your face |
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How close can you get without touching it? |
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How far removed can you get from the public? |
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Can you keep a secret? |
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If not, can you tie a slipknot? |
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Can you stand high up on this brick block? |
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Listen to the clock tick-tock and switch gears |
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It's been 1 2 3 4 5 6 years |
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Are they all dancing now? |
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Are you joining the party? |
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Are you celebrating your life just by destroying your body? |
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It's a part of your psyche that |
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I want to sightsee |
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I don't need you as a tour guide, and |
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I dont want you to like me |
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I was voted least likely |
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That's it just least likely |
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So pardon me if |
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I seem fiesty |
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Bite my tongue like a bullet, take a pull from the peace pipe |
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Push past the low expectations of me each night |
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I leave light in my wake and |
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I moonwalk across the floor |
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Until I hear the sex kittens all purring at the door |
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There's something outside that we all want |
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But inside there's an ex who marks a soft spot' |
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Til it rots and decays and then no one else cares |
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It's been 7 8 9 10 11 12 years |
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Now I sell pennies to the well-wishers |
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Fish through the coinslots |
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I fall for a girl's bait, participate in boycotts |
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I demonstrate a demon's trade |
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With a face void of thoughts |
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If that don't launch a thousand ships |
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Than that's |
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Helen of Troy's loss |
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There's nothing in this horse |
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It's hollow, it's empty, its entry will not be forced |
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Like an eyesocket stripped clean of tears |
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It's been 13 14 15 16 years |
