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I'd like to welcome you |
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To the plastic place |
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Come right in melt |
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And you'll have a seat |
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I'll be the spider on the lake |
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With the frozen shapes |
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Where the speed boats go |
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By are they filing names |
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Hit the flashing lights |
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Where the comas sleep |
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If it makes you happy |
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We could believe in hate |
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'Til we're all packed up so tight |
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I can see that face |
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Eyes of sleep sickness |
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Not a fear of the evening |
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If we're hanging up ourselves |
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If we're hanging up ourselves |
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If we're hanging up ourselves |
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If we're hanging up ourselves |
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If we're hanging up ourselves |
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Into the breeze |
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Of the soap and the neon blue |
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Combination knees, good friends |
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All these good friends |
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All these good friends |
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All these good friends |
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If we're hanging up ourselves |
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Then we could hang up ourselves |
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If we're hanging up ourselves |
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Then we could hang up ourselves |
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If we're hanging up ourselves |
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'Til we're all packed up so tight |
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I can see that face |
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Eyes of sleep sickness |
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Not a fear of the evening |
