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When I was just a little boy |
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I threw away all of my action toys |
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While I became obsessed with Operation |
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With hearts and minds and certain glands |
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You gotta learn to keep a steady hand |
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And thus began my morbid fascination |
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Tore the spines from out of all of these self-help books |
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Made myself a gun that not only shoots but looks so real |
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Yeah, it shoots through steel with rays of darkmatter |
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Rays of darkmatter |
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Do you wonder where the self resides? |
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Is it in your head or between your sides? |
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And who'll would be the one who will decide its true location? |
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And does the thought about this red and black |
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Thought of tongues that taste you back |
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Fill you with the nausea-ausea, also ovulation? |
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Noose is loosed around our necks made of DNA |
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And every day it's growing tighter, no matter what they do or say |
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And you can shoot right through with rays of darkmatter |
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Just before they kick out, they kick out the ladder |
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With rays of darkmatter, rays of darkmatter |
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Like something catching fire |
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Do you wonder where the self resides? |
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Is it in your head or between your sides? |
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And who would be the one who will decide its true location? |
