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We tore the books off of the shelves, we can't keep to ourselves. |
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Burst like roman candles into a night of criminals! |
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The butcher shop wore a coat of arms, we drove like cocaine in that car. |
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To an oracle standing in the wake of a rising sea change. |
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She said, "Wishes to wine could take some time." |
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So tonight we're drinking moonshine. |
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On bullet trains without our names, they'll never matter anyway. |
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The skyscrapers are looking the other way. |
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We climbed a mile high of cement to a warehouse world, the bleeding reds |
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Against the chalk white filament shone apparitions in the bed. |
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On South 3rd there's fireworks. the phantom rider's wings unfurled. |
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Setting fire to an unsuspecting world, oh no! |
