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Lascivious, it's all that I can think of as I drag my feet |
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Searching like a Diogenes |
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Dangerous, the adjective of the decade |
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And of your alluring intricacies |
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Yes I see your green screen mentality |
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And I feel the sting of it's consequence |
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And I know I shouldn't |
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But it's too much to ignore, an emotion I deplore |
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Every time I look at you |
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I just wanna do it |
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I can clench my fist right through it |
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But I just wanna get off |
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Rectilinear, the direction we've been heading |
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Never realizing we are on a runaway machine |
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Angular, the momentum that does turn us one step further on our ladder |
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One more turn toward the east |
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I realize your green screen mentality |
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And I know it is shared by many more |
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And I know it's quite impossible |
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But I am damned to find a way, to revolve the other way |
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Every time I scrutinize I just say screw it |
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On a ride down a blind conduit |
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And I just wanna get off |
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Ahh ahh ahh ahh |
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Ahh ahh ahh ahh |
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Ahh ahh ahh ahh |
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Ahh |
