catatonic listless creature
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try to comprehend
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everything you've ever wanted
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is around the next bend
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don't try to fake it
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i see you shaking
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it doesn't mean a thing
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look at you, the freak attraction
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in this carnival of souls
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failing all negotiations
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you'll be the next sold
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don't try to fake it
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i see you shaking
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it doesn't mean anything
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now love, don't make a sound
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reach down and touch the ground
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emptiness is almost certain
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like an automatic dream
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you're closing in on the final curtain
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you're on the next scene
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Touch
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| Tea Party |
