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Lions in the street and roaming |
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Dogs in heat, rabid, foaming |
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A beast caged in the heart of a city |
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The body of his mother |
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Rotting in the summer ground |
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He fled the town |
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He went down South and crossed the border |
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Left chaos and disorder |
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Back there over his shoulder |
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One morning he awoke in a green hotel |
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With a strange creature groaning beside him |
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Sweat oozed from its shiny skin |
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Is everybody in? |
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Is everybody in? |
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Is everybody in? |
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The ceremony is about to begin |
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Wake up! |
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You can't remember where it was |
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Had this dream stopped? |
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The snake was pale gold |
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Glazed and shrunken |
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We were afraid to touch it |
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The sheets were hot dead prisms |
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And she was beside me |
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Old, she's no young |
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Her dark white hair |
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The white soft skin |
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Now, run to the mirror in the bathroom |
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Look! She is coming in here |
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I can't live through each slow century of her moving |
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I let my cheek slide down the cool smooth tile |
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Feel the good cold stinging blood |
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The smooth hissing snakes of rain |
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Once I had a little game |
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I liked to crawl back in my brain |
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I think you know the game I mean |
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I mean the game called 'Go Insane' |
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You should try this little game |
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Just close your eyes, forget your name |
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Forget the world, forget the people |
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And we'll erect a different steeple |
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This little game is fun to do |
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Just close your eyes, no way to lose |
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And I'm right here, I'm going too |
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Release control, we're breaking through, yeah |
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Way back deep into the brain |
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Way back past the realm of pain |
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Back where there's never any rain |
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And in the labyrinth of streams beneath |
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The quiet unearthly presence of gentle hill people |
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In the gentle hills around |
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Reptiles abounding, fossils, caves, cool air heights |
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Each house repeats a mold |
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Windows rolled |
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Beast car locked in against morning |
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Rugs silent, mirrors vacant |
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Dust lying under the beds of lawful couples |
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Wound in sheets |
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And daughters, smug with semen |
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Eyes in their nipples |
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Wait! |
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There's been a slaughter here |
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Don't stop to speak or look around |
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Your gloves and fan are on the ground |
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You're getting out of town |
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You're going on the run |
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And you're the one I want to come |
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Not to touch the earth, not to see the sun |
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Nothing left to do but run, run, run |
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Let's run, let's run |
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House upon the hill, moon is lying still |
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Shadows of the trees witnessing the wild breeze |
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C'mon baby run with me |
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Let's run |
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Run with me |
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Run with me |
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Run with me |
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Let's run |
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Not to touch the earth, not to see the sun |
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Nothing left to do but run, run, run |
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Let's run, let's run |
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House upon the hill, moon is lying still |
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Shadows of the trees witnessing the wild breeze |
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C'mon baby run with me |
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Let's run |
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Dead president's corpse in the driver's car |
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The engine runs on glue and tar |
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Come on along, we're not going very far |
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To the East to meet the Czar |
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The mansion is warm at the top of the hill |
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Rich are the rooms and the comforts there |
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Red are the arms of luxuriant chairs |
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You won't know a thing till you get inside, yeah |
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Run with me |
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Run with me |
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Run with me |
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Let's run |
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Some outlaws lived by the side of a lake |
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The minister's daughter's in love with a snake |
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Who lives in a well by the side of the road |
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Wake up, girl! We're almost home, yeah come on |
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We should see the gates by morning |
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We should be inside by evening |
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Let the carnival bells ring |
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Let the serpent sing |
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Let everything |
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We came down the rivers and highways |
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We came down from forest and falls |
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We came down from Carson and Springfield |
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We came down from Phoenix enthralled |
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And I can tell you the names of the kingdom |
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I can tell you the things that you know |
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Listening for a fistful of silence |
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Climbing valleys into the shade |
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I am the Lizard King |
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Retire now to your tents and to your dreams |
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Tomorrow we enter the town of my birth |
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I want to be ready |