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[ti:The Hexx] |
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[ar:Pavement] |
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[al:Terror Twilight] |
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[offset:0] |
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Capistrano swallow answer to your inner voice |
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And please return |
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God installed that radar in your pointy little beak |
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So you'd return |
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Epileptic surgeons with their eyes x'ed out |
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Attend to the torn up kid |
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Salivate and reckon with all the sick things |
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That you did |
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The secondary stumbles cause the cadence of the count |
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Has lead them astray |
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Pray their intuition leads them crashing into bodies |
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In a perfect way |
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But I saw you reeling in a parking lot |
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I saw you rallying round a parking lot |
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Line up for the comfort and kick it on the bumper |
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Know there is no leeway |
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You're standing on the freeway in love |
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Motion you were destined for the paupers grave |
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Architecture students are like virgins |
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With an itch they cannot scratch |
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Never build a building till you're 50 |
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What kind of life is that |
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Stalled out on an escalator |
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Wishing which way to return up or down |
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My palestinian nephew got his face blown off |
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In a dusty craft |
