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Live for the moment, |
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As fast as you can. |
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Before that moment, |
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Slips out through the palm of your hand. |
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Punished and permanently home. |
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Held hostage over the phone. |
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Whether you're in for the night, |
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Or in for a minute, |
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You will be buried in it. |
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If I ever get the time to control my laughter, |
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Much to everyone's surprise, |
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I will kill my master! |
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Middle-east summer here in L.A. |
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No explanation, |
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And no one can get out of the way. |
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Punish and cherish what is left. |
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Shock and suspense at it's best. |
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Whether you're in for the night, |
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Or in for a minute, |
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You will be buried in it. |
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If I ever get the time to control my laughter, |
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Much to everyone's surprise, |
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I will kill my master. |
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If I ever get the time to control my laughter, |
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Much to everyone's surprise, |
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I will kill my master. |
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We are men of many faces! |
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Disguises and disgraces! |
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When problems come our way, |
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We just throw them all away! |
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If I ever get the time to control my laughter, |
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Much to everyone's surprise, |
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I will kill my master. |
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If I ever get the time to control my laughter, |
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Much to everyone's surprise, |
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I will kill my master. |
