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I was getting ready to be a threat |
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I was getting set for my |
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Accidental suicide |
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The kind where no one dies |
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No one looks too surprised |
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Then you realize |
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That you're riding on the para-success |
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Of a heavy-handed metaphor |
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And a feeling like you've been here before ' |
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Cause you've been here before |
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And you've been here before |
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Then a word washed to shore |
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A word: Sovay, |
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Sovay, Sovay |
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All along the day |
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I was getting ready to consider my next plan of attack |
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I think I'm gonna sack |
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The whole board of trustees |
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All those |
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Don Quixotes in their |
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B-17s And |
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I swear this time yeah this time |
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They'll blow us back to the seventies |
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And this time they're playin |
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Ride of the |
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Valkyries |
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With no semblance of grace or ease |
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And they're acting on vagaries |
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With their violent proclivities |
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And they're playing ride |
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Ride of the |
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Valkyries |
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Sovay, Sovay, |
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Sovay All along the day |
