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[Verse 1] |
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She opens her mouth and seems to swallow us all |
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She shakes off taboos and unwanted organisms |
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There's a man outside who says he's come to read, the ether |
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Picking up bonus points when it's time for dinner |
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[Chorus] |
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There's always someone who thinks they've got a plan |
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Someone with a whip in hand, who thinks they are a man |
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A rescue package that will barely save the day |
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Even when implemented with no further delay |
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Delay |
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[Verse 2] |
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Predictive octopods, enchanting and seductive |
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Even the most mundane thoughts seem quite sensuous |
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This installation seem to bathe us all in sound |
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Picking up clues from penitential saviours |
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[Chorus] |
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[Instrumental] |
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[Chorus] |