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He's gone in her lips, a glow from her lip |
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Ignites the shapes she sees in the shade |
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Only a little is used to come to a close |
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Only a little is used to come to a close |
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Tonight at the knife stick up place |
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I spoke as a child and choked on that line |
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Then I saw them, then I saw them |
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Then I saw them, then I saw them |
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What are they doing outside? |
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What are they doing? |
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What the hell are they doing outside? |
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What are they doing? |
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In so much brown and crap |
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It's set in an odd light |
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This one it stops right here now |
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I think it's trouble you invite |
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In so much as they |
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Don't know what's right |
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This one it stops right here now |
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I think it's trouble that you invite |
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An absurd gag, a monkey trick |
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An Irish bull, a childish joke |
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Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow |
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Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow |
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Tonight at the knife stick up place |
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I spoke as a child and choked on that line |
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Then I saw the, then I saw them |
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Then I saw them, then I saw them |
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I know they have them down there |
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I've seen them down there |
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Body parts all over this town |
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What are they doing? |
