Eat your dust in sections
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It hasn't left the air for days
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Ever sneeze the glue that puts you to the wall
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We'd watch the fires at night
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On every corner
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You used to cry watching television sets
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You used to smile when the window was a world
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But now it's closed
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Waiting to grow
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Curl up in tinfoil
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Good reception...Bad response
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Clawing at the information
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Catching street noise in a jar for later
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Hail the super victims
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Vacuum vaccines for those who time ticks for
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Ghost town politics with treats for tricksters
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We watch the fires at night
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In every eyeball
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The hunting took too long
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You were just there
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Disappearing
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I smell sulfur...you spell stardom
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Low Concept / High maintenance
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Smoke machines give tragedy a home
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Cursed generations
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Forgetting not to become their fathers
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Every cough erases one more joyride
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You'd light the fires at night
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On every corner
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You used to smile when the world was a window
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And now you wave to and tip the window wiper
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Was it too rough to stay afloat between risk and beauty?
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Would you rather have good credit?
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Falling from illumination
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Putting street noise in a trunk for later
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Fail to catch the echoes
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But grab the alarm from a tunnel of anxiety
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Office politics with treats for informants
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Forget the fires they're out
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In every eyeball
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The hunting took too long
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You were just there
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Disappearing
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I smell sulfur...You spell stability
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Low Concept / High Maintenance
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| Gruvis Malt |
