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Cubscouts are screaming |
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Needing icecreaming and all the pleasures of June |
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I'm in a parked car |
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Flowers seem friendly and people in hall ways feel walls |
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Now it is night time, maybe we're cruising avoiding the anti-cruise |
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Oh I don't really know where we are |
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If things get real promise to take me somewhere else |
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By the time fear takes me over will we still be rolling and feeling oblivion |
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Once in a while now the lie in the laughter can burn through a hole in my ears |
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Like a man with glasses catching a sunbeam and burning the skin of a kid |
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Hypereal fragments disturbing the stagnants of almighty fear |
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Well I'll just go under the water |
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If things get real promise to take me somewhere else |
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By the time fear takes me over will we still be rolling and feeling oblivion |
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So don't leave me here on my own |
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So don't leave me here on my own |
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If things get real promise to take me somewhere else |
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By the time fear takes me over will we still be rolling and feeling oblivion |
