I just don't know the layman's terms
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to call the mess you breed
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What thaws beneath this surface
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soils blood to your family tree
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The dates the change
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with each new phase
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I'm anxious bouts of nervous
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What am I without the bruises
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This switch it won't come on
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What do I do to lose it
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beneath this distress call
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Let the wheels burn
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Let the wheels burn
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Stack the tires to the neck
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with the body inside
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Let the wheels burn
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Let the wheels burn
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Stack the tires to the neck
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with the body inside
|
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Frames of infrared
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keep scrolling into focus
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Scarab crank the busy signal
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with habits that you notice
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The dates they change
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with each new phase
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I'm anxious bouts of nervous
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What am I without the bruises
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This switch it won't come on
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What do I do to lose it
|
beneath this distress call
|
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Let the wheels burn
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Let the wheels burn
|
Stack the tires to the neck
|
with the body inside
|
Let the wheels burn
|
Let the wheels burn
|
Stack the tires to the neck
|
with the body inside
|
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Taking all the hostages
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into the oval office
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Draw the curtains part their hair
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and pull the trigger softly
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If they have me committed
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then I'll just take you with me
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One driver in your motorcade
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is all it takes...is all it takes
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Sandmen grains in Teflon veins
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is all it takes..is all it takes
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What am I without the bruises
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This switch it won't come on
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What do I do to lose it
|
beneath this distress call
|
|
Let the wheels burn
|
Let the wheels burn
|
Stack the tires to the neck
|
with the body inside
|
Let the wheels burn
|
Let the wheels burn
|
Stack the tires to the neck
|
with the body inside
|
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Teflon
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| Mars Volta |
