the sky is falling like a
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sock of cocaine in the
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ministry of information
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subway train's derailing
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heads decapitating
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catch her reflection and it seems to sing to me
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and i say lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalalala
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lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalalala
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she's a warm bodega
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high on noriega
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strung out in brooklyn like it's 1983
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she wears her legs around her
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neck like a piece of ice
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her smile's a neon marque hipsters eat for free
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and i say lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalalala
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lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalalala
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i am falling like a
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sock of cocaine in the
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ministry of information
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i'm a warm bodega
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high on noriega
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strung out in brooklyn cause i fell in love with her
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and i say lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalalala
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lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalalala
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moon cut moon cuts tiny like eyelash
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lonely cat nap whisper lonely cat nap whisper
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moon cut moon cuts tiny like eyelash
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lonely cat nap whisper lonely cat nap whisper
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and i walk around i whisper in her scalp
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i whisper on the wind i whisper once again
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Black Mission Goggles
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