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you want to go out friday |
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and you want to go forever. |
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you know that it sounds childish |
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that you've dreamt of alligators. |
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you hope that we are with you |
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and you hope you're recognized |
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you want to go forever |
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you see it in my eyes. |
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I'm lost in the confusion |
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and it doesn't seem to matter |
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you really can't believe it |
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and you hope it's getting better |
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you want to trust the doctors |
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their procedure is the best |
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but the last try was a failure |
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and the intern was a mess. |
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and they did the same to Matthew |
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and he bled 'til sunday night |
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they're saying don't be frightened |
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but you're weakened by the sight of it |
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you lock into a pattern |
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and you know that it's the last ditch |
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you're trying to see through it |
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and it doesn't make sense |
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but they're saying don't be frightened |
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and they're killing alligators |
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and they're hog-tied |
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and accepting of the struggle |
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you want to trust religion |
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and you know it's allegory |
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but the people who are followers |
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have written their own story. |
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so you look up to the heavens |
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and you hope that it's a spaceship |
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and it's something from your childhood |
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you're thinking don't be frightened |
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you want to climb the ladder |
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you want to see forever |
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you want to go out friday |
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and you want to go forever. |
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and you want to cross your dna |
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to cross your dna with something reptile. |
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and you're questioning the sciences |
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and questioning religion |
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you're looking like an idiot |
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and you no longer care. |
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and you want bridge the schism, |
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a built-in mechanism to protect you. |
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and you're looking for salvation |
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and you're looking for deliverance |
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you're looking for deliverance |
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you're looking like av idiot |
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and you no longer care. |
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you want to climb the ladder |
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you want to see forever. |
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you want to go out friday |
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you want to go forever. |