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Slice through ice |
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Minefield mics |
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Tone-wheel cyclones |
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You're thoughts, mine |
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Wear fun death-suit |
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Tropical design |
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Blade grammar, to the death |
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Everybody run |
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[everybody run] |
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Some hearts bleed |
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So do these |
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Some sounds can put tides in seas |
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We'll think till our minds align |
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That's when we're slicing through time |
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We'll think till our minds align |
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That's when we're slicing through time |
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Three thousand thoughts in our mind |
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That's when we're slicing through time |
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We'll think till our minds align |
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That's when we're slicing through time |
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Fight through ice [?] |
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Toxic sound |
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Line for line |
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Line for line |
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There are worlds up above |
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There are worlds inside |
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Some hearts bleed |
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So do these |
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Some sounds can put tides in seas |
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[everybody run] |
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We'll think till our minds align |
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That's when we're slicing through time |
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We'll think till our minds align |
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That's when we're slicing through time |
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Three thousand thoughts in our mind |
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That's when we're slicing through time |
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We'll think till our minds align |
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That's when we're slicing through time. |
