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Still walking out backward |
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Storms acid jack trip all over the mold |
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Free markets of sunshine |
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Violent burns out splattering poles |
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Missing misfortune |
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What's happening |
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Yeah, it's happening now |
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Sitting on the fence |
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All is easier split |
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When legs don't hold |
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The system folds (x2) |
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Pills taking it up now |
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Your strength is coming from corners that curl |
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Accented with perfume, |
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The smell of death from a medicine ball |
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Intaking up deadly wishes |
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From the mouth of a patriot's rotting on the call |
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Pissing on the edge, waiting for the proof |
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Sifting the flour to cut with the truth |
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Thrills taking the place of |
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What's up there sleeps just out of the way |
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It's feeding on sunshine |
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Never give it up, never get, get in the way |
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It's taken the heart of gold, |
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And burrowing bugs that listen away |
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Fitting in a space, thinking it's a race |
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Waiting for a "sleeper" pill |
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Freedom |
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Dumb fuckers |
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Let the time machine detoxify! |
