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seventeen |
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a nymph if there was ever one |
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you were noticed |
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and rushed upon the scene |
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rough times |
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some hell to get away from |
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and whirlwind |
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to do the very thing |
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once again |
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a trick of the light found |
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and burned at the beat |
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those we're in |
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will trickle down their songs |
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and burn at the beat |
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ever the locust |
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you tore across the avenues |
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and hotels |
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with death under your feet |
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the sullen |
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girls that look like women |
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the gregarious gamines |
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leaving pictures on all magazines |
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once again |
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a trick of the light found |
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and burned at the beat |
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those we're in |
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will trickle down their songs |
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and burn at the beat |
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all eyes upon you |
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and no one could see it |
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the exoskeleton is all they see |
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so leaving it... |
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we revel in the poses yeah |
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we do the best we can |
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the snakes will sing to horses |
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and the horses back to men |
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and you will know and i will know |
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to leave the state we're in |
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again |
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once again |
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a trick of the light found |
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and burned at the beat |
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those we're in |
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will trickle down their songs |
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and burn at the beat |
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the exoskeleton is all they need |
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so leaving it |
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behind |
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who knows what |
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you'll find |
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this time... |
