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But it just looks so cold there from the bottle |
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Another part of another ritual |
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Standing in the kitchen |
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Arms are braced against the counter |
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Swallowing like mercury down the drain |
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And the neighbors have been drinking |
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And they are raising quite a stink |
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Pretty soon they will be fighting |
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It can get pretty ugly |
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The city makes a hooting sound tonight |
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The owl on the roof has got it right |
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If it's left up to him |
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He'll take that stupid grin |
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And decapitate a rodent or a mouse |
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Take the b train or the shuttle |
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At the exit have a smoke |
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Try to spit onto the sidewalk |
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Instead you wipe it off your chest |
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I don't wanna freak but the tongue erodes |
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Each time we start to speak |
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On a timely mission |
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Oh you look pretty swell in your new position |
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Fiberglass funny face up on the wall |
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It's funny when it's not funny at all |
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And if it's up to him |
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We will take the ways of sin |
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And smash them like glass against the wall |
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But it's nothing to pathetic |
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Full of rhetoric and doubt |
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Carry on like little creature |
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In the fields of our love |