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Madmen fry |
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This is bad for their health |
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In the midday sky |
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Everything has its appointed hour |
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Get down on their knees |
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Why should the devil have all the good tunes |
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BUt the sand won't freeze |
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Those that do you wrong will never forgive you |
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CHORUS |
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Deciding on decisions-deciding on decisions-a war between the ears |
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Laughing like a madman-laughing like a madman-laughing at the madman |
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On the barren waste |
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With the mind of roadworks full of parked cars |
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You will decorate |
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An incident of original sin |
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With skull and bone |
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An accident of true distinction |
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Your final home |
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You spoke too quick, now count the stars |
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CHORUS |
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Evaporation, dehydration |
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An innocent of original sin |
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With this skull and bones, dehydrating on the desert sands |
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Raised my height |
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took an all time low |
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Took away a little part of me |
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Sand castles in the snow |
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And everything you knew |
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Has turned its back on you |
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Sand castles in the snow |
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Deciding on decisions |
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Deciding on decisions |
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Well I raised my heights |
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Took an all time low |
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I'm laughing at this madman |
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And all these things |
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You did and said |
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All these things |
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Running through my head |
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Laughing at the madman |
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Deciding on decisions |
