I think your forgot to stretch out that lie
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It broke right into place
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Take it to heart and carve it into
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Your skin, I make myself ill
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We know we don't own time
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It's not the only reason relevant for 70 x 7
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Cool those jets
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They're burning into my face
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70 x7
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Deficiencies in empathy mean that we are dead
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I burned with matches
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Here's what was left
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Charred and slanted
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To hit their mark
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And then we went out
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Out to our horses
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And raced to, and raced to
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The corner store where we bought the case of moonshine
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I reminisce about the times when armor
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Was my only party attire
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And all my guests were arguments that hid
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Behind their own masks all night
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We know we don't own time
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Its not the only reason relevant for 70 x 7
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Cool those jets
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They're burning into my face
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70 x 7
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Deficiencies in empathy mean that we are dead
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You heard i burnt with
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All of those matches
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So how did things turn out, out, out, on your end?
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And then you went bound
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Out for your horses
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And raced to, and raced to
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The corner store where you bought the case of moonshine
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As the night moves on it disrobes an organ and plays the only music that we love to hate
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As the night moves on it disrobes our hearts and plays the only music that we love to hate
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70 x 7
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Man, Multiplication Is Hard!
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| A Voice Like Rhetoric |
