At our parties, there's two guys for every girl
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At our parties, there's two bodies for every cannibal
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At our parties, there's two cooks for every entree
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Whatever you want, you got, you got
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Just don't ask me to wait around 'cause I will
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And nobody ever makes up their mind
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And it's that which makes me wonder what crazy really is
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'Cause everyone seems to be just a little bit
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Some more than others
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And at our parties, we use sign language
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Sign language, sign language
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God, come on
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We all stop for pedestrians
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But as I stand here
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Feeling all the braille of your back
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I realize I may never have to see again
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Because you can lead me anywhere
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Anywhere you want
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As long as I don't get hit by a car
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This is a, a celebration of our lethargy
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Carnival clowns with six packs of wet eyes
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They can smell, they can smell our mischief in the air
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In the air, in the air, in the air, in the air, in the air
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I'm not trying to collect fingers here
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I'm trying to ask you to sever your own
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We've been starving at hands for awhile
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Still yet to hit our own
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When I speak to you, it's so fluent
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When I speak to you, it's so fluent
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No eyes closed
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Sisters of new midnight
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Come on drop your plans
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If the devil is your diamond
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Then we'll gladly take your hand
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Darlings of the past tense
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Catch up if you can
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If this living is your idol
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Then we're glad you understand
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Sisters of new midnight
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Come on drop your plans
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If the devil is your diamond
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Then we'll gladly take your hand
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Darlings of the past tense
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Catch up if you can
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If this living is your idol
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Then we're glad you understand
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Sisters of new midnight
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Come on drop your plans
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If the devil is your diamond
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Then we'll gladly take your hand
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Darlings of the past tense
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Catch up if you can
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If this living is your idol
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Then we're glad you understand
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Darlings Of New Midnight
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| These Arms Are Snakes |
