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Shocked? Dismayed? |
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Or maybe just a little upset |
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Well, no this isn't pretty |
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And yes, my hair was longer then |
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It's what happens when your choices |
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Are narrowed to fashion or violence |
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Adjustments, you make adjustments |
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There's nothing left wrong with me |
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That money can't cure |
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But I don't want to be somebody else's |
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Learning experience |
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Some rich kid's way to spend his allowance |
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I want magic in my real world |
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Some modern voodoo to make it work |
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Can't make it work |
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I remember what you sputtered |
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Chewing your stupid fuel |
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You said, "The amplification of the eternal |
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Present is the technology of desire" Phew! |
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I thought, you were already corroded... |
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I said, "You'll know me, I'll be the one |
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Pulling the perfect crime, flushing |
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This place down the huge hole left |
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When I quit cigarettes" |
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But it was just more gas |
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We were all wearing falsies |
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...weren't we? |
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So I'll stop being clever |
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and just say it straight |
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I guess I set impossible goals and I don't |
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know when to quit |
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Is that it? |
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Found a cure for daylight yet? |
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Tom Tomorrow & Sermonette |
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Found a cure for gravity yet? |
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Yes, I'm addicted to roofs and jets |
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Found a cure for hunger yet? |
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Black coffee, cigarettes |
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Found a cure for desire yet? |
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I don't want to talk about that now.... |
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My goals? |
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My goals are to find a cure for irony and make a fool |
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out of God. |
