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Thin december air is like the dry ice smoke |
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You'll come to your senses or inhale and choke |
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My IQ allows me to brush you aside |
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You're zeros and ones, you're wrong where I'm right |
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chorus: |
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Now, the tyrant is dead and his lady is free |
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I am going ahead with the reinvention of me |
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Now the king lies here dead, |
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now the king lies here dead |
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It's not as wet as the rain or |
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as cold as the snow |
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It drives him in hard to the sane |
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and the simple soul |
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I take a charge at my chance |
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you know how it is |
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Let go of my hand |
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You know how it is |
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[chorus] |
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And my IQ allows me to brush you aside |
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[chorus] |
