I get out of bed the same way every day
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blurry eyed and waiting for the alarm to sing
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sing me into fm radiapathy
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numb and tired and perfect for the working day
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I get home and turn the cable strobe light on
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to tell me who I'm not and what my life still lacks
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yeah, if I could make a copy of myself, I might
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so I could have twice as much of everything
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come, it's time to wake up
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know the way, you know the way
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So I tell the world that it can kill its own
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blow itself to smithereens for all I care
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I will ride the wave into its smoking hole
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I will be the vulture to its carrion
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Radiapathy
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| The Velvet Teen |
