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Turn on all the lights and punch them out. |
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All four burners going, pile it on fire. |
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Metal sparks in the nuclear box. |
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Fist through a window pane and our broken coffee cups litter the kitchen floor. |
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Smoke rolling across the ceiling suck down the bride's champagne and swallow a few more sleepy ones. |
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Pass the bottle to none and swing from the gate. |
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Speak in the name of suffering as loud as it gets. |
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Knuckled holes in everything spittle and love fling into a crying eye that runs away. |
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A dead dog in the street nothing brings a slain king back. |
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You'll never know the bittersweet smell of leaving this world of your own volition. |
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So jacked up. |
