Did I see our star collapsing
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Or was it my imagination?
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We've been crushed and we've been broken
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Still we stand
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The land is flat and full of corpses
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We fuck our sisters to stop the bleeding
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Another careless copulation
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Another gaping mouth to feed
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It's no wonder we all break beneath the weight of our regret
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Like Chinese water torture it goes drip, drip, drip, drip
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The best thing about the past is that it's already gone
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So you don't have to nail yourself to someone else's cross
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We don't kill to cure the boredom
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We like our vengeance to be painless
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So we just sit and watch the roadkill take it
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Time and time again
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This backward life is just existence
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We always hoped people would forget
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But like the stink and my erection
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These things never go away
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It takes strength to stand this straight beneath the weight of our regret
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Like Chinese water torture it goes drip, drip, drip, drip
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The best thing about the past is that it's already gone
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So you don't have to nail yourself to someone else's cross
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Anymore
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We love you so much
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it should make us puke
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But we don't eat
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'cause we're too cool
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And when the cupboards
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are all empty
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And the table
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is bare
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And the hands
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that rocked the cradle
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rule the world
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And we've been wiped out
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We eat roadkill.
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Roadkill
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| Miss Black America |
