I've fallen face first into a painting
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of hallucinogenic sunset.
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at vital beach, vital beach, vital beach, yeah!
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vital beach, vital beach
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well i'm the boy on the beach with the guitar,
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all sharks' Beretta's:
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click-click, click-click, click-click, click!
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we're the band on the stage at the wedding
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by the sea with frozen t-t-t-t-tidal waves.
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alright, she's a concubine turned trophy wife,
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he's a high profile CEO.
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all the seagulls mutter,
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"What'cha doing with your life?"
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and vomit laugh tracks on your lead solos.
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Brittle, brittle moon!
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We're grieving for you
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Brittle, brittle moon!
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held together with glue
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and we sing,
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"Everybody's waiting for you to drop!"
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Then we fall face first into another painting...
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I've fallen face first into a painting
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of a hallucinogenic seascape.
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at vital beach, vital beach, vital beach, yeah!
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vital beach, vital beach
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I'm the boy in the sharkskin tuxedo
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all my fans are screaming,
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"Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah!!"
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my agent said i should chew off my own face
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I have no taste and anything could help
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Sing it again, "Three cheers for opportunity!"
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This is the year of speedboats, summer homes.
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Still the seagulls mutter,
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"What'cha doing with your life?"
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And vomit laugh tracks on your career goals.
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Brittle, brittle moon!
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We're grieving for you
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Brittle, brittle moon!
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held together with glue
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and we sing,
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"Everybody's waiting for you to drop!"
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Then we fall face first into another painting...
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at vital beach, vital beach, vital beach, yeah!
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vital beach, vital beach
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at vital beach, vital beach, vital beach, yeah!
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vital beach, vital beach
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at vital beach, vital beach, vital beach, yeah!
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vital beach, vital beach
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at vital beach, vital beach, vital beach, yeah!
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vital beach, vital beach
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at vital beach, vital beach, vital beach, yeah!
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vital beach, vital beach
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Vital Beach
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The Blood Brothers |