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A rainbow tour bus winds upwards through a scenic turf war |
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If your kinetosis doesn't get you first, the white guilt will will will |
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The view from broken bottle make out spots is panoramic |
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If nostalgia hasn't slit my wrists this premonition will will will |
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Volcanic dirt stains feet and won't wash out of clothing this is |
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where your ashes should be strewn instead of some cold mainland suburb |
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I'd say hello if I remembered how to find your headstone |
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If Tantalus can't save us then a vigil never will will will will |
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The motor coach floats upwards |
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Then it's gone completely |
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Tantalus, Tantalus, we are tourists on a bus |
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Now the skies are watching us |
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Tantalus, Tantalus, we are tourists on a bus |
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Now the skies are watching us |
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Tantalus, Tantalus, we are tourists on a bus |
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Now the skies are watching us |
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Tantalus, Tantalus, we are tourists on a bus |
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Now the skies are watching us |
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Tantalus, Tantalus, we are tourists on a bus |
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Now the skies are watching us |