Stalagmites, stalactites.
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Your incisors are so bright.
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Quiet days, epileptic nights sleeping in the strobe light.
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Wine stains on your favorite rug.
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There's a hole where the living room was.
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There's no reason, it's just because.
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Now's the time to destruct.
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Are you coming with me?
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Are you coming with?
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Broken bottles on the kitchen floor.
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The shards of glass make an obstacle course.
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We're treating habits like they're open sores
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Scratching at the back door.
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Are you coming with me?
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Are you coming with?
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I don't want to make amends.
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I just want to make a mess.
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All I see now are tectonic plates colliding.
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(I don't want to make amends, I want to make a mess.)
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I'm not leaving 'til we dismantle the boxspring.
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(I don't want to make amends, I want to make a mess.)
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All I see now are tectonic plates colliding.
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(I don't want to make amends, I want to make a mess.)
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I'm not leaving 'til we pave over the ashing.
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(I don't want to make amends.)
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I don't want to make amends.
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I just want to make a mess.
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So Many Dynamos - It's Gonna Rain
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| So Many Dynamos |
