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Yesterday was nice |
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And today looked fine |
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And we'll play, the sky opened up |
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The moon came crashing down |
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I wish that |
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ICould tell you |
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That it's all alright |
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Wish that |
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ICould tell you |
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That it's all alright |
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But in truth we're doomed |
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Consumed by all the truck fumes |
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That would kill you without uttering a sound |
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In truth we're doomed |
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Entombed by oil spills, the wicked law men and the benzene underground |
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The architecture ruining this town |
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Tilt your head back, don't choke |
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Under the glass of the microscope |
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Tilt your head back, don't choke |
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Under the glass of the microscope |
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Over and over |
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Over again |
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I wish that |
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ICould tell you |
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That it's all alright |
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Wish that |
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ICould tell you |
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That it's all alright |
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But in truth we're doomed |
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Consumed by all the truck fumes |
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That would kill you without uttering a sound |
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In truth we're doomed |
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Entombed by oil spills, the wicked law men and the benzene underground |
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The architecture ruining this town |
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Tilt your head back, don't choke |
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Under the glass of the microscope |
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Tilt your head back, don't choke |
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Under the glass of the microscope |
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Tilt your head back, don't choke |
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Under the glass of the microscope |
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Tilt your head back, don't choke |
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Under the glass of the microscope |
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Over and over |
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Over again |
