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A list of things that should be said |
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now weighs a forest on your tongue |
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and all your virtues safely kept |
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in vaseline have slipped bygone. |
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Put it on the vast choir sings |
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let the Broncos run wild again |
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wipe it off that purgatory grin |
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because it's all too convincing. |
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Show me that it's easy |
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say that you are in need of me |
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don't talk of the costs |
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with a mouthful of wasps |
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time is up so let them all fly |
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up in the sky. |
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Yes, I was taught among your kind |
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by drilling tunnels towards the core |
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in through the multi detailed mind |
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where rich and simple is at war. |
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Put it on the vast choir sings |
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let the Broncos run wild again |
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wipe it off that diabolic grin |
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'cause it's so contrived |
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and it frightens me. |
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Show me that you're easy |
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say that you believe in me |
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don't act out your frost |
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with a mouthful of wasps |
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time is up so them all fly |
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up in the sky. |
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Behind those weary eyes |
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some broken story hides |
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I need to know |
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and you have to show |
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before it strikes its roots and strangles everything. |