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We explore the men's room |
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We don't give a shit |
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Ladies lost electricity |
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Take vows inside of it |
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Desire to dance, too startled to try |
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Wrap my legs 'round you, starting to fly |
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Let's explore |
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Up there, up there, up there on the twenty-fifth floor |
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Circle all around me |
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Coming for the kill, kill, kill, oh, kill me baby |
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Like a Kamikaze heading for a spill |
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Oh, but it's all split milk to me |
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Desire to dance, too startled to try |
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Wrap my legs 'round you, starting to fly |
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Let's soar |
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Up there, up there, up there on the twenty-fifth floor |
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We do not eat flower of creation |
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We do not eat, eat anything at all |
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Love is, love was, love is a manifestation |
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I'm waiting for a contact to call |
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Love's war, love's cruel |
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Love's pretty, love's pretty cruel tonight |
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I'm waiting here to refuel |
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I'm gonna make contact tonight |
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Love in my heart, the night to exploit |
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Twenty-five stories over |
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DetroitAnd there's more |
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Up there, up there, up there |
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Stoned in space |
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Zeus, Christ |
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It has always been rock and so it is and so it shall be |
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Within the context of neo rock(I feel it swirling around me) |
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We must open up our eyes and seize and rend the veil of smoke(I feel it feeling no pain) |
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Which man calls order(I'm waiting above for you baby) |
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Pollution is a necessary result of the inability of man(I know that I'll see you up there) |
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To reform and transform waste |
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The transformation of waste(I'm floating in a door backward)(On boundaries over this world) |
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The transformation of waste(I'm waiting above in the sky, dear) |
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The transformation of waste(Upon a [Incomprehensible]) |
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The transformation of waste is perhaps the oldest pre-occupation of man([Incomprehensible]) |
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Man being the chosen alloy, he must be reconnected via shit([Incomprehensible]) |
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At all cost inherent within us is the dream of the task of the alchemist([Incomprehensible]) |
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To create from the clay of man([Incomprehensible]) |
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And to re-create from excretion of man pure and then soft |
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And then solid gold |
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All must not be art, some art we must disintegrate |
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Positive |
