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Once when walking in the woods |
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I came upon a burning bush. |
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"What wants you vision?", says I |
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And it spoke, and I quote, |
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"Apocalypse can go down easy |
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You gotta know it's an acquired taste. |
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You're sacrifice can't please me |
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I'm dead set to destroy this place. |
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Hip hip for imperfection, |
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I want to make a mess. |
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I've got a secret theory |
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That disarray works best |
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And though it don't work often |
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Oh my God when it does- |
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Watch as the outburst softens |
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It's had its way with us. |
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They're scared of the silence |
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But be scared-er of the sound. |
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Hearts are not only beating |
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They are all counting down. |
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You're not ready for disorder. |
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You're not ready for decay. |
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Have you been staving |
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Time and aging |
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Sloughing dead skin away? |
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I must confess I said with a smile, |
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"I'm frightened as a child. |
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And I suspect by |
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The smoke in your eye |
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You're thinking 'So am I.' |
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Apocalypse can go down easy |
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You gotta know it's an acquired taste. |
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Our sacrifice can't please thee |
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You're dead set to destroy this place. |
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If the aspirin you take |
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Doesn't cure your headache |
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Why do docs propose |
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The headache's in your head? |
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And if the orgasms we fake |
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Take their toll and take the cake |
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Why do they suppose |
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We're better off in bed? |
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And then the bush said, |
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"You and I, we were meant to be together. |
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You and I, we are gonna hang together. |
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You and I, we are going down together." |
