It'll burn a hole right through this town
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and all the animals will feel it in their cages.
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It'll mix with minerals, minerals and backbones
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to go home and reflect how they tore this building down, you ask for more!
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It'll last past a century of soil.
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Icarus will see it on his way up past the arrow.
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Then I said that I understand now, it is a color,
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these are the people that I group together,
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you pre-curse the letters
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and the postcards that you sent, my eyes are open.
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Sliding your tongue across the paper
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produces effects that resemble weather that produces weapons
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and the postcards that you sent, my eyes are open.
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And I understand now, it is a color,
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these are the people that I group together,
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you pre-curse your letters
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and the postcards that you sent, my eyes are open.
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Dig a trench with those megaphones, megaphones and pirates!
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Everything will change when you pull this boat ashore,
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Nothing more from you!
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Some are snakes; some are poisonous.
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Well, you've given up life!
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Well, I give up mine!
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From wheels to motors...
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From wheels to motors...
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From wheels to motors...
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From wheels to motors...
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Song About Old Roller Coaster
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| Bear Vs. Shark |
