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
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I try to put myself together
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But I feel it in my knees
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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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We breathe deep
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In a steam dream
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And plunge below the water line
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Down, down, down
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Between beams
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To the gloom room
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Among the seaweed and the slime
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Down, down, down
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Melt
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Split Open And Melt
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| Phish |
