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dog in the burning building |
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slowly flames are forming 'round his head |
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faulty wiring and bribes have led to an infernal blaze |
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but he was told to stay and guard the door and more |
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loyalty's his fate |
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stains on the mattress and the sheets |
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make a perfect outline of her shape |
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she, a thin half japanese |
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with a hokusai scene done in blue ink |
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she smiled and then she winked and said |
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they should be friends |
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"i think it is our fate" |
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with his ear pressedt o the wall |
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she picked the lock and they were gone |
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dashing mad down the hallway stairs |
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past skeletons and spooks |
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all chattering in tune |
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what a racket, no time to spare |
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such a pair of lost sojourners, |
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they marched on two by two |
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oh lord, we got cobwebs in our soul, |
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love in our hearts, and the devil in our bones |
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dog in the burning building |
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oh the flames keep growing |
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no way out |
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tiny time bomb in his chest, |
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it keeps on ticking there's no rest |
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he's just a broken thread in a greater design |
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loyalty's his fate |
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with a sweet corporal glow |
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and some headshrinkers in tow |
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making time with the concierge |
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he said "we should combine weapons" |
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just fall in two by two |
