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Bravo, Encore |
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all the ravers are still raving |
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Game over, High scare |
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so type your name in |
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A perfume scented centipede |
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We walk the same streets at the same speed. |
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Dead as a doornail emmersed in flame. |
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I was in no state to call |
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and it burns a hole in my heart |
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in my heart |
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A ladder falls |
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Just as i walk under |
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A black cat dies |
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are these drivers getting younger, |
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like a sequal to another teen horror movie, |
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but no blood is shed during the killers soliloquy. |
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Dead as a doornail and dirt of a grave, |
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I wasn't fit to call |
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and the worms ate a hole in my heart |
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in my heart |
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I've been high as a kite |
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but never the floor |
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and the pupperteer holds on tight everytime the wind blows me, |
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and i wouldn't come to close you might catch a cold, |
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and the one remaining skill as the blowing ball rolls |
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as the bowling ball rolls |
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(ahhh) |
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Dead asa doornail emmersed in flame, |
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i was in no state to call. |
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(cheering) |
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Bravo, Encore |
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all the ravers are still raving |
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Game over, High score |
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so type your name in |
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A perfume scented centipede |
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we walk the same streets at the same speed. |
