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This planet's old, cold, dead, and crashing into us. |
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You gotta know I'm no "End Of Days" man. |
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That piece doesn't go. |
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Just tug at the frayed ends. |
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Pull it (you) apart. |
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(Circles and squares surround us, we need to hide.) |
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No fingers. |
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No feelings. |
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I'd push the buttons. |
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But I can't feel those things. |
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(You're close to me, I push away. |
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The circles and squares are gonna collide.) |
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And it's all I sing. |
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And it's all icing. |
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(Surround us...) |
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Blood falls over me. |
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Brings me back to a distance shot in the rubber parts. |
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I can't stay there. |
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See you inject yourself with it. |
