[x2]
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Look! he drank straight from the faucet!
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HOLY SHIT HE'S FUCKIN' LOST IT!
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We only enjoy fine sparkling water!
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FED SOMETHING ADHESIVE TO YOUR DAUGHTER! [x2]
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Called me old-fashioned, but I think trains kick ass!
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I don't need hot wheels to get to class!
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What the hell is wrong with him!?
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HIS HIS HAIRS SO LONG IT NEEDS A TRIM!
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I heard he packs a lot in those bloomers,
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IT'S PROBABLY TRUE LIKE ALL THE OTHER RUMORS!
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You think you're modern,
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But that taste won't last (It just won't last)
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And everything you own,
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Will be (Will be)...
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The fucking past. (the fucking past)
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Cynicism save me.
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Turn me around and march me back up the sidewalk to my door.
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Take me back inside and throw my trench-coat on the floor.
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Lead me back into my bedroom,
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And make me put my cloths back on.
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Grab the Mag-Lite, get the grappling hook,
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Lets find the bottom of this cave and close the book!
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The salt on my lips is an enzyme,
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That metabolizes reality,
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To fuel these dirty delusions!
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You're leading me to these CONCLUSIONS!
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The organs exploding, IN MY TORSO!
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Like a series of city blocks,
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Giving in to a nuclear blast.
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And now my pressure relief valve is activated;
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Maybe I should stop holding my breath.
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I'll prove it, come sit next to me.
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Tell me what you do at work;
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You half-hearted intimacy.
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We'll be like gay actors,
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Over and out.
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Having the kind of sex sacrificial virgins,
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Fantasize about.
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But if I knew your name it would have to be for charity!
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JUST TRY ME! TEST ME! RELEASE ME!
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Cynicism reassure me that,
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If we only had less clothing and better light.
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It would all just be an embarrassing misunderstanding.
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The sudden silences, aren't the crash,
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Where lips should be.
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If this were a contract I wouldn't sign
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But The NUNS Are Watching...
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| I Set My Friends On Fire |
