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What dreams splendidly weaved from an atom bomb |
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Retrieved from a teleprompt, practical, you are not |
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Break the ice with a cotton swab |
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A fever that cools us off, a handshake's a contact sport |
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No one was waiting to throw out the pilot |
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We'll float on the back of the winds that you send us |
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Another tomorrow, shedding the shade we made yesterday |
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Disguised as the lightning, dissolving all of the thunder there |
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Appeasing our monsters under the acrylic skies |
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Another tomorrow, another tomorrow |
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So fly, grab my hand here comes the crash |
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I live for the strong impact that renders both our airbags |
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Seven folds takes very letter you send |
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Don't fold if you're made to bend, rekindle the feud again |
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No one was waiting to throw out the pilot |
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We'll float on the back of the winds that you send us |
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Until tomorrow, shedding the shade we made yesterday |
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Disguised as the lightning, dissolving all of the thunder there |
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Appeasing our monsters under the acrylic skies |
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Another tomorrow |
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You've recognized the hut your neighbors made |
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String up your harp, play like today will last five minutes |
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This won't take long, sing us a song that stops the sirens |
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String up your harp, play like today will last five minutes |
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This won't take long, sing us a song that stops the sirens |
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Another tomorrow, shedding the shade we made yesterday |
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Disguised as the lightning, dissolving all of the thunder there |
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Appeasing our monsters under the acrylic skies |
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Another tomorrow |
