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Lookin' at the world go, trying to understand |
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Electric wind blowin' like a demon fan |
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Or a symphony of hatred blowin' angst |
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Off an immaculate stage |
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How tranquil is an ocean before a storm |
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Like a silent play |
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Chanting thunder |
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Dance naked and |
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I feel so wired |
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It's a personal voodoo runnin' through my veins |
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Like blood with inhibition long gone |
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And no real sense of space or time |
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A weird vibration, don't know my right from wrong |
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Rain will fall |
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Poetry in motion |
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Both rolling, both getting me high |
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A shiver went through me |
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A tidal wave |
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I only felt inside |
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It's an animal instinct that takes us over |
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And we must survive |
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Four brothers make the mother |
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Four brothers form as one |
