Red line season (Sue it).
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Troupes all a mess (I wanna know how).
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Down in out country (Consume out loud).
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Short from your door (Where I'm at).
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He hands them out (Like he should).
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Which they don't come (Know we lose some).
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Down by Biloxi (Roll them dice).
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Loosen and fall (On right down).
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Deadline season (You're alright).
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Drying in the sun (Wanting).
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Give us some more now that it's over.
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He ain't coming back till the sun drops down.
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I sing like this.
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Various visions (Wedding song).
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To court the corridors (To commit).
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To meet in the middle of the sound.
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Drums and them all (See silence).
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You lagging innocence like in the rot and (I like it).
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Give us some more now that it's over.
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He ain't coming back till the sun drops down.
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See the sound that breaks the dissonance (Seeing sound)?
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Down under the covers (Just to write it).
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Down in foliage (Seeing sound).
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Til vines wrap it up and down (Get up, get up).
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I stare down that corridor. Hands upon the wheel.
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Transmitting signals from the big man.
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Laughing in the dust of the night
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And the land with it's death like grip.
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Red Line Season
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| These Arms Are Snakes |
