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I used to crystal up my dreams as a teen in my bedroom scene, |
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Playin' the poser, |
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(...) |
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Fanatic like l.a. locusts (?), |
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My quest, |
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Tempestious, |
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Euphonimous, |
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Plannin' bombing scipts, |
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Turnin' the chips, |
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Flex statuesque, |
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Make record sales spread around like acne, |
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Takin' over like the hover |
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Uncanny abilities rocking you whigpiece, |
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Days of playing air guitar, |
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Now your staring so far, |
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At crowds, |
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Open and scoping to a superstar. |
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Chorus: |
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Built me up to destroy again, |
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You healed me once from the void again, |
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Beyond limits is my action radius |
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Need your love to feel the poise and stand |
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Between scylia and charybdis, |
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Boredom versus debris, |
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Daily routines make moods vary like parkingmeters, |
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Feeling hollow like empty bottles, |
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In pieces like jigsaw puzzles, |
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Lack of purpose, |
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Like winos in disillusionment guzzle, |
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When problems operate like vortex on brain cortex, |
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Music could be more sex than porno flicks with chicks can pack, |
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Discontinuity, |
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Audience see is attraction like a magnet to mic and amp it, |
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Constantly... |
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(chorus) |
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...hey hello... |
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Last city with the baddest ditties got the crowds giddy, |
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This kitty got with me, |
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Swivvy and drippy, |
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At the after party, |
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In any land i'm getting more grace than presley, |
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From legions bigger than hooligans from chelsea, |
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My voice is considered golden like my dame shirley bassey, |
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My doses attack like tuberculosis from here to tallahssee, |
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Adrenaline got me spinning in bed reminiscin' at the marriot, |
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Never end the night period. |