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it's so easy to laugh at yourself |
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and all those jokes have already been written |
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seems like another vain attempt |
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to let yourself fall out of the oven |
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holy mountains |
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they look so tired |
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and it's a perfect day to lock yourself inside |
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who you foolin' with the fools are right |
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it's the same thing but it's almost as different |
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hard to tell when it pacifies your mind |
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leaves you stranded with a broken engine |
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lazy desert looks so mangled |
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let me drown in a convalescent bliss |
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get up from your bed of rest |
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been a long time since you've lived |
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but the static in your mind |
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leaves you hollow and unkind |
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with a shock electric wave |
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turns you on. |
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you've been flunked out of the devils house |
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delinquent hygienes are so abrasive |
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some distortion that's never been known |
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on the treadmill you've been runnin' forever |
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holy mountains, they look so tired |
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and it's a perfect day to lock yourself inside |
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be gone |