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A little room on 7th street is getting cold |
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And secrets sing like mescaline, they don't get old |
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I saw a pattern on a blanket just the other day |
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It looked just like the pillow you threw away |
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You were like a |
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ZombieWhen you told me what you did that day |
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And I drove out to the meadow lands |
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To throw our baby away |
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What time and snow couldn't bury |
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Years of forgotten guilt |
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That little body's calling, rising up |
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From under a jersey landfill |
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I just woke up the other night |
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And now I know what to do |
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I guess I'll see you in hell |
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A creature's waitin' for a battle in the ancient swamp |
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Your pissing on the |
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PyramidsAin't gonna move things along |
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So pack your scars and your makeup |
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And give your money to the poor' |
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Cos you've been riding a twenty gaged ticket |
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Into reality's door |
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I just woke up the other night |
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And now I know what to do |
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I just woke up the other night, girl |
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And now I know what to do |
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I guess I'll see you in hell |
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The TV's gone and you've been half an hour paid |
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And your punk rock band still sucks anyway |
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I was talking to |
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Jesus through a hole in the floor |
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He said our time is up, we can't stay anymore, no more |
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A little room on 7th street is getting cold |
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And secrets sing like mescaline, they don't get old |
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I saw a pattern on a blanket just the other day |
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It looked just like the pillow you threw away |
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I just woke up the other night |
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And now I know what to do |
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I just woke up the other night, girl |
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And now I know what to do |
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I guess I'll see you in hell |
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Yeah, I'll see you in hell |
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I'll see you in hell |
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Yeah, I'll see you in hell |
