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Look! He drank straight from the faucet! |
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HOLY SHIT HE'S ****IN LOST IT! |
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We only enjoy fine sparkling water! |
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FED SOMETHING ADHESIVE TO YOUR DAUGHTER!(x2) |
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Called me old-fashioned, but I think trains kick ass! |
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I don't need hot wheels to get to class! |
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What the hell is wrong with him!? |
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HIS HIS HAIRS SO LONG IT NEEDS A TRIM! |
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I heard he packs a lot in those bloomers, |
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IT'S PROBABLY TRUE LIKE ALL THE OTHER RUMORS! |
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You think you're modern, |
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But that taste won't last (It just won't last) |
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And everything you own, |
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Will be (Will be) |
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The ****ing past. (t=The ****ing past) |
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Cynicism save me. |
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Turn me around and march me back up the sidewalk to my door. |
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Take me back inside and throw my trench-coat on the floor. |
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Lead me back into my bedroom, |
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And make me put my clothes back on. |
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Grab the Mag-Lite, get the grappling hook, |
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Lets fine the bottom of this cave and close the book! |
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The salt on my lips is an enzyme, |
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That metabolizes reality, |
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To fuel these dirty delusions! |
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You're leading me to these CONCLUSIONS! |
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The organs exploding, IN MY TORSO! |
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Like a series of city blocks, |
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Giving in to a nuclear blast. |
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And now my pressure relief valve is activated; |
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Maybe I should stop holding my breath. |
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I'll prove it, Come sit next to me. |
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Tell me what you do at work; |
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You half-hearted intimacy. |
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We'll be like gay actors, |
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Over and out, |
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Having the kind of sex sacrificial virgins |
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Fantasize about. |
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But if I knew your name it would have to be for |
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Charity! |
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JUST TRY ME! TEST ME! RELEASE ME! |
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Cynicism reassure me that, |
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If we only had less clothing and better light. |
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It would all just be an embarrassing misunderstanding. |
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The sudden silences, aren't the crash, |
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Where lips should be. |
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If this were a contract I wouldn't sign. |
