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OH! MY! GOD! |
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You reside in the details |
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Take my audio out and really wail |
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Oh Yeah! |
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You've got blood to bleed |
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But we've got mouths to feed! |
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God please send me courage |
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To wear this darling dress |
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When there's murder on the frontlines |
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And blood in the headlights |
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She! Looks up and quietly says |
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"Are these atoms?" |
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These are atoms! |
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"I'm holding them." |
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Slipping on the science of an optic nerve |
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C-c-c-cut that in half, you'll see what I mean |
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God please send me guidance and the perfect halter-neck |
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When a door becomes a war |
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We're win with our effortless style |
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SIT DOWN! |
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SIT DOWN! |
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THIS IS REALLY NAPALM |
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AND IT'S A sea OF SUCH PASSION |
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A NEON BIRTH CANAL |
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SIT DOWN |
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SIT DOWN! |
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HE WAS REALLY NERVOUS |
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In that sea OF SUCH PASSION |
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WHAT A WAY TO learn |
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When she gets what she wants! |
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She won't care anymore |
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And carry on for an age |
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There's no way to make her pay |
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Unless! You cut! |
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Her gums out with knives of heat |
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And flatten her bones! |
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To pulp and bruises |
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SIT DOWN! |
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SIT DOWN! |
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THIS IS REALLY NAPALM |
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AND IT'S A sea OF SUCH PASSION |
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A NEON BIRTH CANAL |
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SIT DOWN |
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SIT DOWN! |
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HE WAS REALLY NERVOUS |
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In that sea OF SUCH PASSION |
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WHAT A WAY TO learn |
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YEAHHH! |
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C'mon, stand! Up |
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YEAHHH! |
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C'mon stand Up! |
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Easier to let it spill back into our mouths |
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Than to wrench it from a centrefold |
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This is the opera of the crystalline |
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Sudden skin for the playground scene |
