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It's everything you thought they'd like |
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Just a wake of strangled stars and stripes |
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You're a paper head on a back bone of fire |
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Always asleep but never tired |
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Such a social heart |
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You can wrap it up |
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It takes too much to hide |
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In your afterlife |
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We watch the crashing sky till three |
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On the radio they found your keys |
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So super dazed by what you carry |
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And free as trees, bright and buried |
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You can't think straight |
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You can't think straight |
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Such a social heart |
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You can wrap it up |
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It takes too much to hide |
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Until the afterlife |
