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Speed lab, speed lab |
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On the edge of an artichoke farm |
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We work through harm |
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Tweaked and well paid |
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We forgave |
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What the chemicals did |
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To our hands, lungs and face |
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Clearly makring our fall from grace |
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Our fall form grace |
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Speed lab, speed lab |
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Sun sang through eucalyptus, |
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We sang along |
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Angela I met her there, |
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Sweating out the |
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San Francisco run |
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Every hotel on the five |
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Was our very own pleasure dive |
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Our own pleasure dive |
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Speed lab |
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Giveth and taketh away |
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The love, tender loving, money, money spending |
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Was before the fire, the |
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DEA. Those who survived the fire fled alone |
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I know that |
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God hates alchemical work |
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I love him lonely, but in the end |
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What else to do but begin again |
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To do but begin again |
