I smell the sound of a growing gash
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With pop sensibilities.
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KQED
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"It's a tune that equals you."
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I feel
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Hallelujah
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I fail,
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Bulemia;
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I'm frail.
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Salting the back of a snail.
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And...
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This is worship and this is tribute
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Crumbling, ripping and failing.
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Knowing you fit in...
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And, and,
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you fit in!
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Feeding time,
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An old friend of mine
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At the leper zoo.
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Que sera?
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Erotic hurrah
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It's cool.
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Be cool, girl.
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And...
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Am i worshipping or am I tributing?
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Crumbling, ripping and failing.
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My turkish prison is knowing I fit in.
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And, and,
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I fit in!
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Feeding time,
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An old friend of mine
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At the leper zoo, yeah.
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Que sera?
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Erotic hurrah
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With no rescue.
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It's cool.
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Be cool, girl.
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Sailor scent.
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Two Tabs of Mescaline
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| glassjaw |
