lascivious, it's all that i can think of as i drag my feet, searching
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lika a diogenes, dangerous, the adjectives of the decasde and of your
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alluring intricacies, i cah see your green-screen mentality and i can
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feel the sting of its consequence, and i know i shouldn't but it's too
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much to ignore, an emotion i deplore, every time i look at you, i just
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want to do it, i can clench my fist right through it but i just want
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to get off, rectilinear, this direction we've been heading never
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realizing we are on a runaway machine, angular, the momentum that does
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turn us one step further on our ladder, one more turn toward the east,
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i realize your green-screen mentality and i know it is shared by many
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more, i know it is quite impossible but i am damned to find a way to
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revolve the other way, every time i scrutinize i just say "screw it",
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we're on a ride down a blind conduit and i just want to get off
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Get Off
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| Bad Religion |
