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A morbid fascination with all things in extremes |
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A limited sport will leave its spot on me |
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Early in the morning, I've given up on sleep |
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I'm in the attention, but all I hear is my heart beat |
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Your spastic aspirations will make a man of me |
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Brought him for his playing, such sensitivity |
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Monsters of the present are the monsters of the past |
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Took a look in your lyric book, your head's right up my arse |
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It's unbelievable |
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The way you've got all |
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It seems improbable |
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The inner city fauna is crying 'round your feet |
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I never really noticed how your eyebrows seemed to meet |
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In perpetual fear of being swallowed whole |
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Beached in the suburbs in the body of a whale |
