arriving in boats, black hooded coats
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tormentors climbed into my room
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i crawled under my bed, covered my head
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but they're flushin' me out with a broom
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the leader, she's small, pinned my ass to the wall
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for my seeds or she'd be losin' her past
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time after time, she'd be readin' my mind
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but she never got the feelin' to last
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celebrate, celebrate, celebraid it
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this is the critical mass
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so far so good, I heard the other say
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so good so far, they're takin' me away
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I drink to you, your mind, her ass
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we'll take a drink and break the glass
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celebrate, celebrate, celebreak it
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this is the critical mass
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now the tallest of two, with a brush full of blue
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paints surrealist scenes on the wall
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so I tell her for fun, that it's really well done
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but she just ain't listenin' at all
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she points to my heart, tellin' me if I'm smart
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I'll practice and phase
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out and admit, when the shoe doesn't fit
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and I went screaming out down the hall
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need it
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need your love
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just then I heard a poundin' on the door
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we're all here, sang the voice of twenty more
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I drink to you alas, we'll take a drink and break the glass
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celebrate, celebrate, celebreak it
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we are the critical mass
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time and space, is takin' me away
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time erase, don't know the time of day
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Critical Mass
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Aerosmith |