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The steel shutters rattled |
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Even the rose-colored razor wire shook |
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A jade-colored car emerged onto the street |
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While security kept a lookout |
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For the losers hanging around |
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Who couldn't make it downtown |
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They wandered over here |
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For their final breakdown |
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Kathy put her legs down, she put the phone down |
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And said "I wish it was hot and not so hard" |
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She had the power to predict and refuse |
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Her crippling fears she wore around like a crown |
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Just then a choke moved through her gut |
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The way an insect contracts when it gets smashed |
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Hanging out in the parking lot |
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Trying to get it up to break it down |
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With a coat and a haircut |
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The old lady sold speed |
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To the truck drivers passing by |
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Everyone called her Granny Grunt |
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You don't want to know why |
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You can see it but you won't believe it |
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You say you understand |
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But you just can't fake it |
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Now you're on your knees |
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Begging someone to lead you |
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But you're just like me |
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Warlock in the gallery of a salt-mine |
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Watching the white-eyed pale foal die |
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Florida in the last phase, the hill where we broke down |
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Pizza and frozen apple pie |
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The apes blow blood into the air |
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With plenty of time to reason |
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He wanted to be king but he could only sing |
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That's the end of a puppet and his friends |
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With a coat and a haircut |
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The old lady sold speed |
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To the truck drivers passing by |
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Everyone called her Granny Grunt |
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You don't want to know why |
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You can see it but you won't believe it |
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You say you understand |
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But you just can't fake it |
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Now you're on your knees |
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Begging someone to lead you |
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But you're just like me |
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And you can't make it easy, no |
