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Those L.E.Ds throw their glow to the potholed ground |
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Snap shut as they peer out from a collar |
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He's wearing your lipstick |
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And drinking from your glass |
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Inside there's a drill shot |
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And buzz through the bathroom wall |
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Taste it from the telephone hear it in the siren wail |
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Write your name |
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In cellophane strips, |
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Across contours of your bloodied mouth |
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See a distraction, Over the black wax |
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Every movement, highlights in yellow |
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See a distraction, Over the black wax |
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Every movement, highlights in yellow |
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From kinky buses to rickets ladders |
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For a thousand foot tunnel and a world underground |
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Step out from your heavy breath crouch |
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Breaking to the point pleased to meet you |
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Take everything she's got |
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And wrap it in plastic, wrap it in plastic |
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Take everything she's got |
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And wrap it in plastic, wrap it in plastic |
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Encase it in song and take her ... |
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See a distraction over the black wax |
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Every movement, highlights in yellow |
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See a distraction over the black wax |
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Every movement, highlights in yellow |
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I can see a distraction |
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That mounts this paramount task |
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And its said with such sadness |
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That the thrill is sealed in black wax |
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This ride, so far, |
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Came and went, here we are, |
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When they find you, so far |
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It'll take a miracle, here we are |
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(repeat) |
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Here we are, here we are |
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Here we are |
