Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na
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Crawling through the dense green carpeting
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Untamed and Seventies,
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tiny fingers couldn't pry their way through that, thick and knotted reverie
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Relapse, fall backwards and slide
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Are you suggesting that I repress,
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Repress and disguise
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na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na [x2]
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Surge of static electricity
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brought on by the fear of being seen
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creeping up in silence on the battle scene
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slow and slithering
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we stand still on fourth of july
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numb to explosions that
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that scream and light up the sky
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na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na [x2]
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Theres a solution, its been tested
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My desire will never persevere
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When swimming in serotonin even
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The city's summer smells like perfume
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So rub your wrists together, take a swig
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and you'll feel better once you close your eyes.
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We tend to sleep for hours and hours, Alright.
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na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na [x2]
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The City's Summer
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| The Honorary Title |
