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Mild apprehension |
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Blank dreams of the coming fun |
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Distort the odds of a turnaround |
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Gut screams out next to none |
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So turn it on, tune it in |
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And stay inert |
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You say, "I've got the backbone" |
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The back way to escape the gun |
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Climbing a tree with a missing limb |
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And not saving anyone |
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And now it hurts to stay at home |
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And see flash |
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The mirror ball's throwing mold |
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You can't get a grip if there's nothing to hold |
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See the flash catch a white lily laugh and wilt |
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But if you must smash a glass first fill it to the hilt |
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Plants, as far as |
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I know are still |
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Still bending toward the light |
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And if we dance until the heart explodes |
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It'll make this place ignite |
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And even if this hall collapses |
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I can stand by my pillar of hope |
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It's just a case of flash delirium |
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Here's a growing culture deep inside a corpse |
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Ages stuck together taking it to the source |
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Timeless desperation, pictures on a screen scream"Hey people, what does it mean?" |
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Comfort keeps us nice |
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So quick to donate everything |
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Die wolken drifting |
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Blinding, smiling circling |
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And time's tingling spines |
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Attaching hands to floor |
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The rosy-tinted flash |
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The hot dog's getting cold |
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And you'll never be as good as the |
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Rolling Stones |
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Watch the birds in the airport gathering dirt |
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Crowd the clean magazine, chick lifting up her skirt |
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Lines when |
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I close my eyes and just |
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Aim blindly at the sun and hear love |
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When the ghosts start singing |
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Terrorizing everyone |
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Geometric troops aligning |
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Carried up to the burial mounds with gold |
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It's a heavy [Incomprehensible] but your |
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You rhythm makes it light and explode |
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Like a violent star keeps threatening the night |
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Even if this hall collapses |
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I can stand by my pillar of hope and trust |
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That our heads won't bust1655 red battleships40 earth like planets3 holes 2 tits, 1 fork in it's side |
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Zero tears in their eyes |
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Sue the spiders |
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Sink the Woelsh |
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Stab your |
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FacebookSell sell sell |
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Undercooked, overdone |
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Mass adulation not so funny |
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Poisoned honey |
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Pseudo science, silly money |
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You're my honey |
