I don't know just how it started
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We got covered up of the sky
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his body and his mind have parted
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you can see it happen in his eyes
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I don't know just what they're for
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cones and rods and bars and arrows
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dots and dashing eyes that roll
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right into sight and out,
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out of control
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I don't know just what they're there for
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flashing lights in passing mirrors
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dashing eyes with dots that roll
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right in my mouth and out,
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out of control
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I don't know just how it happened
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there was glass in from of the sky
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my body and my face got shattered
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I hope I'm together when I die
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The Colored FBI Guy
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| Butthole Surfers |
