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In the morning I pack up my gear |
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And toss it in my carryall |
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Run the wide load to the lip |
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And watch the big core crack and glow |
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In the evening I undo my belt |
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Split open and melt |
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I wake up on my stomach |
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With my face between my hands |
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And crawl along the floor toward the doorway |
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Jumping to my feet I try to put myself together |
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But I feel it in my knees and the room begins to spin |
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And I slip and bump my head and raise a welt |
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Split open and melt |
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Split open and melt, split open and melt |
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Split open and melt, split open and melt |
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Split open and melt, split open and melt |
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We breathe deep in a steam dream |
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And plunge below the water line |
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Down, down, down, down, down, down |
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Between beams to the gloom room |
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Among the sea**** and the slime |
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Down, down, down, down, down, down |
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Melt split open and melt, melt split open and melt |
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Melt split open and melt, melt split open and melt |
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Melt split open and melt, melt split open and melt |
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Melt split open and melt, melt split open and melt |
