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Swept the floor of dreams |
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Live ones in the cracks |
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Crawling from the woodwork |
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Just to break your mother's back |
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Hail the future king |
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No surprises left |
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Formula is widely know by chemists |
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And the minds they've blown |
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Smokestack |
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Smokestack |
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Smokestack |
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Count 'em 1 in 10 |
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Can't hold on to those threats |
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Not-so-distant cousins |
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Of the nails on which you slept |
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Amateur contortionist |
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With pyrotechnic skill |
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This is not a mob you rule |
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It's just the family barbecue |
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Smokestack |
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Smokestack |
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Smokestack |
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Smokestack |
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Smokestack |
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Smokestack |
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Standing on my head |
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And just in time to see |
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A promise in each pocket |
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And a liar in each sleeve |
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The spoils have been crudely cut |
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In out of balance halves |
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Nothing left to peace or calm |
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That explosions couldn't bring along |
