I am your top ten severed,
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I am your number one,
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reduced to fictions dancefloor,
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and take delirium,
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a man of seasoned syndromes,
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programming mysteries,
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a man of useless incomes,
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forgotten litanies.
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You want some answers quickly,
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you write down nothing wrong,
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and I inquire discreetly,
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about your favorite song,
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it starts all good intentions,
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it ends with falling hearts,
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did I forget to mention,
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it plays before it starts.
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You cannot play this record,
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its' grooves are dressed to kill,
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all daylight frames per second,
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the chances are you will,
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bring out your dancing party,
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fill up your little room,
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your silver eyes enchanted,
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they glide and shoot the moon.
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I am your one hit wonder,
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your christmas giveaway,
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I am your stolen thunder,
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your "no love left today"
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a frozen sound diminished,
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out on the radio,
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the song is never finished...
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Top Ten Severed
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The Damage Manual |