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I memorized the moves of a great culture. |
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It gave way to the vulture and me. |
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So, I decided to be through with the assassins and the kids, |
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And kill for the thrill of silencing. |
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Yes, throw yourselves away, |
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Don't save yourselves. |
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Throw yourselves away, |
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Don't save yourselves. |
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Father tried to find her, |
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But she's not there. |
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Guess I lost those tracks in the |
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City of Despair. |
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And, winding round the fact that things fall apart, |
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Have a heart sister! |
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Don't you know you started to? |
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Yes, throw yourselves away, |
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Don't save yourselves. |
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Throw yourselves away, |
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Don't save yourselves. |
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In a theater of impatience, |
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Records cause culture |
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As records break records. |
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On the back of the vulture, |
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I'll go to the heart of the sun. |
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We have set the controls for one |
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Shhh... Just like days of old, |
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Bad horses still get sold. |
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Mistakes get made, |
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I mean we blaspheme. |
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Like mad eagles who think they've made the same one's extinct, |
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Girl, you've got another thing |
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Coming. So, throw yourselves away, |
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Don't save yourselves. |
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Throw yourselves away, |
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Don't save yourselves. |
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In a theater of impatience, |
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Records cause culture |
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As records break records. |
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On the back of the vulture, |
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I'll go to the heart of the sun. |
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We have set the controls for one. |
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I'll go to the heart of the sun. |
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We have set the controls for one |