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I am just waiting in a room. |
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I only sleep but half the time. |
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I am berating onlookers now, silently greeting pleasant eyes. |
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Hello. I am just waiting in a room. |
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My mind will slip from time to time. |
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I am relaying from the roof now, messages bouncing from the wires. |
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It's another day of fucking up a race horse. |
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Water mains will rinse off the mud. |
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Burn away the mark of our maker now while we're alive. |
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I am just waiting in a room. |
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My body lets the tale unwind. |
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It tells how money turns the world round. |
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This body welcomed its demise. |
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It's another day of fucking up a race horse. |
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Water mains will rinse off the mud. |
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Burn away the image, pull the blinders down. |
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And with hope a sound will mean the end. |
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Our monikers are phrases uttered. |
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He was wakes the others. |
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His family is dead. |
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They follow close to our tail |
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How we gonna save ourselves? |
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They follow close to our tail |
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How we gonna save ourselves? |
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How we gonna save ourselves? |
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Lasix. Selenium. |
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Thrush. Rain rot. |
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Premarin. |
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Dragged by the nose, trotted out for the motorists. |
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Foal scours. |
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Paralysis. |
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Puncture site abscesses. |
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Sodium pentobarbitol. |
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Euphoriants. |
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Glutamine. |
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Zithromax. |
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Cialis. Celebrex. |
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No one is safe 'til my horse wins again. |
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The bastard strangle of this hateful world is a captive bolt gun. |
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We're disposable. |
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Why are we so angry? |
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Why are we so bored? |
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Why are we so angry? |
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We can't say no. |
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Not anymore. |
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Why are we so angry? |
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Why are we so bored? |
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Why are we so angry? |
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We can't say no. |
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Not anymore. ' |
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Til my horse wins again. |
