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Hey kids, don't look inside' |
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Cause there ain't nothing to see |
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Just a man and his magic box |
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He's hypnotized and bulging |
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A prisoner of his own sloth |
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A fiery, hound of hell |
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Is heading straight for me |
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But it's okay, |
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I invited him in |
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He knows more than |
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I doWell, the sun comes up as a lump of coal |
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And the palm trees catch on fire |
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And you tap your confession |
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On a cold dead phone |
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And you realize that you're a liar |
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There ain't nobody wanna follow you |
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And there ain't no |
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Fantastic |
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FourAnd if we're talking the |
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God's honest truth |
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She don't think about you no more |
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No one looks into the eye of the |
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GorgonAnd lives, uh, uh, baby |
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That's just ain't the way things works |
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Not for this jerk |
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Peeking out of my shades |
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I see a girl on a donkey |
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But she's riding away |
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No love today |
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The sun comes up as a lump of coal |
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And the palm trees catch on fire |
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And you tap your conspicion |
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On a cold, dead phone |
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And you realize that |
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God's a liar |
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But there ain't nobody wanna follow you |
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And there ain't no |
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Fantastic |
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FourAnd if we're talking the |
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God's honest truth |
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He don't think about you no more |
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Well, the sun comes up as a lump of coal |
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And the palm trees catch on fire |
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And you tap your confession on a cold, dead phone |
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Hey, anyone can be a liar |
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But there ain't nobody wanna follow you |
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And there ain't no |
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Fantastic |
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FourAnd if we're talking the |
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God's honest truth |
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He don't think about you no more |
