Soon the stares catch
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We begin to kill the calm as we
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Feed on the facts let's give in
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Let's give in to give in more
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Still on the knees
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Such a shame
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The cat's up and run away
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Scratched at me first
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Then the boy
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Gonna panic for a little more
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Watch the tail boy
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Watch the tail
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Like to be feeling the sand
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Bring color
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Back to both my arms the sun
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Let it do damage like they said it
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Would if given chance
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Had to be shouting your voices
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Scheming devils
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Never make it through
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Hey way to go lad
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Can't wait to go
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Closing out all my tabs
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Tighten down the pitiful
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Leave you a pen
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Write it down
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Or you know what you can do
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With that
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Watch that tail boy
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Watch the tail
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Like to be feeling the sand
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Bring color
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Back to both my arms the sun
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Let it do damage like they said it
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Would if given chance
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Had to be shouting your voices
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Scheming devils
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Never make it through
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Hey way to go lad
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Can't wait to go
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Let's let the panic bloom
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Could help us all end up in the
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Clear
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Then let the havoc choose
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To shape us all, push us to invent
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We can feed off shame all day
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We could feed of shame all day
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Soon the stares catch
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We begin to kill the calm as we
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Feed on the facts let's give in
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Let's give in to give in more
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Like to be feeling the sand
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Bring color
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Back to both my arms the sun
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Let it do damage like they said it
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Would if given chance
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Had to be shouting your voices
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Scheming devils
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Never make it through
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Hey way to go lad
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Can't wait to go
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Hey way to go lad
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Can't wait to go. . .
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Mexican Sun
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| Chevelle |
