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Mounds of feeble trouble drop from the skies |
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I've seen an ailing nothing where the outer space lies |
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Powder kegs and marbles turn from grey to green eyes |
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I won't be sentimental |
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Stay at a hospital tonight |
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Hydrophonic sonic rhymes |
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Submerge me in the water until I'm free of all crimes |
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Brussel propulsive healthy mouses |
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Gurgle in slime |
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And fondle all the fishes and make them all cheer up |
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Rage in their souls gotta be controlled |
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I'm often confused |
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Waves in the pool |
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Burr in my side |
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Make it come back |
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You make it connect |
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You make it come true |
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And that's it |
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Holes in my head |
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I'm holding my head |
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And it's slow motion blues |
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I'm free |
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I'm free |
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I'm free |
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Cutting burned spiders |
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Worshipping twine |
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Laughing out the sugars in the sticky strange shrine |
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Drinking mountain cider by the suicide mines |
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I want to be fighter when the pilot's not lit up |
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Screaming, sucking, slurping chimes |
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It often makes me wonder if we'll be through in time |
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(???) boces |
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Gurgle in grime |
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Shoot it like a loon until you make the skin clear up |
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Rage in the soul gotta be controlled |
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And I'm often confused |
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Often confused |
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Waves in the water |
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Burr in my side |
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Make it come back |
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You make it connect |
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You make it come true |
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And that's it |
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Holes in my head |
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I'm holding my head |
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And it's coming from you |
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I'm free |
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I'm free |
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I'm free |
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Make it come back |
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You make it connect |
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You make it come true |
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And that's it |
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Holes in my head |
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I'm holding my head |
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And it's slow motion blues |
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I'm free |
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I'm free |
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I'm free |
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I'm free |
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I'm free |
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I'm free |
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I'm free |
