Comes and goes
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Like the fits and dizzyspells, like the weather
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And it gloats
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Like it knows whats going wrong, like its clever
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Has a name, oh but the name goes unspoken
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Where the veins oh are all twisted and broken.
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Soldier on
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Soldier on
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Soldier on
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Flaring to the whirr of the snack machine
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Muted screams of an old regime
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And then oh, something gets in
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But nausea gets in
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and we were all fast asleep
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we were all so fast asleep
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but you woke up, woke up from the strangest dream
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that an old regime could ever know
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would ever know, would ever know
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Lava flows over crooks and cragged cliffs to the ocean
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and explodes in a steam heat fevered cyclical motion
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Has a name but the name goes unspoken
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its in vain 'cause that language is broken
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Cast your own
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Cast your own
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Soldier on
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Soldier on
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Soldier on
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Fitz & Dizzyspells
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Andrew Bird |