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Coming apart, and coming away |
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Some mistakes were made then, and some were made today |
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The union didn't stand together, and the reunion choked |
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Slick fingers were pink and smooth, but his were all broke |
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1*34 Don't try too hard |
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1*34 Don't try too hard |
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First they said he had a lifetime guarantee |
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No one could take it but no one transmission lies under the poison eye |
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Like an avalanche of soundbound mules |
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Their guts sewn up with dissolving rubber bands |
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And this is how it stands |
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What were once suspicions now confirmed |
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But the smoke rose up and he couldn't mark the place |
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He has to feel he's closing in on something |
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But then the body overtakes the face |
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Mary Jane the pain couldn't stand in her new high heels |
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Coconut milk pimp got cut, no he knows how it feels |
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1*34 Don't try too hard |
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1*34 Don't try too hard |
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Throwin' stuff off of the overpass |
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He spotted a fruit truck's tarp being set up for him to make the drop |
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Traded his quarters for a spanish orange |
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Caught a ride on a liquid nitrogen truck that stopped |
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Can't stay around to nail it down |
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Til a switch gets thrown in the atmosphere of the nested echo branch that |
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Can't be done |
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'Til they can shine it on |
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Hard you hit the question, fast it reappears |
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Put up and shut it up cheap its only skin |
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Tryin' hard, tryin' stupid |
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But you'd never discover what kind of jam you're in |
