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Picture yourself |
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Sleeping on a plane |
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There's something ticking in the overhead |
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And inside your brains |
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There's bodies in the water |
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And bodies in the basement |
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If heaven's for clean people, it's vacant |
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And hey are you know? |
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And hey are you being careful? |
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And hey are you luke-warm? |
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Hey ya you are |
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I'm frantic |
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So load me up |
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Whatever puts me all the way out |
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Picture yourself swimming in an ocean |
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A million miles from nowhere and the nearest phone |
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There's bodies in the water |
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Floating all around you |
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And all of them are talking, and they're comedians |
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And hey are you you know? |
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And hey are you special? |
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And hey are you deformed? |
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Hey ya you are |
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I'm frantic |
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So load me up |
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It seems so practiced |
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Me fucking this up |
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Whatever puts me all the way out |
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Picture yourself at the MGM Grand |
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Murphy's fighting hok'em |
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You're in the stands |
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There's somebody in the water |
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In the middle of the ocean |
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A million miles from nowhere |
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And they're alone |
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I'm there alone |
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So, so deformed |
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I'm frantic |
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So load me up |
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This seems so practiced |
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So take me all the way out |
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Whatever puts me all the way out |
