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The first sin that once told |
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Was to my parents at ten years old |
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I stole somethin' I'll admit it |
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But not to priests or crucifixes |
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Me and my best friend Chris |
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Built our alibis from bricks |
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And when we were questioned we just read our scripts |
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"I didn't do it" |
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The first crime I did commit |
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Was mischief night with my friend Chris |
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We packed our bags with toilet paper, |
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Bars of soap, and egg containers |
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And we targeted everyone who ever seemed to do us wrong |
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Oh how the time turns on |
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And maybe Einstein can express |
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The formulaic mysteries of time |
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But I've lost the time |
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And maybe Kafka was a writer |
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But I've been living like my name is Samsa |
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The first time I got my fix |
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Was with my brother and my friend Chris |
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Stole my mothers Smirnoff vodka |
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Mixed it with some cans of Fresca |
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And we learned how our parents lived |
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We found that we were good at it |
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Meet me at the bottom or in between |
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And maybe Einstein can express |
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The formulaic mysteries of time |
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By I've lost the time |
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And maybe Kafka was a writer |
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But I've been living like my name is Samsa |
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See you in hell |
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I'll see ya when I see ya |
