Before we were on our way
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Up the ramp of death
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I could say that you moved me
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In many rich directions, good and bad
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A mall on a weekday
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The null experience
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Piece it together
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It showers you with oceans of the past
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And there's no time to breathe
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Get back
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And start avoiding me
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Or stop avoiding me
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If you're minus please listen
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Don't abuse the trust
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Take all of your engines
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And concentrate on giving good advice
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The scars on the raindrops
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The presence in the pores
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Of a grapefruit rind
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Will cause you to regress
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And fall into a rhythm you can't hack
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Until it's time to leave
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Get back
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And start avoiding me
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In a flash
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There is no time to be
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Get back
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And stop avoiding me
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Or start avoiding me
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Ramp Of Death
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| Stephen Malkmus |
