eyeballs float in wet green grass
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i got a chain saw motor
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that's filled with rain
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but when it sings like bach
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the eyes all bulge
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then when the pink sun drops
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the eyelids fold
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while i'm in deep REM sleep
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or twilight zones
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i take a freight elevator
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and press fast forward
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i get to grind these teeth
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and peek thru time
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if i could bring things back
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they'd feedback wild
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when i saw the future - the geeks were right
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egghead boys
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with thin white legs
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they got modified features
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and software brains
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but that's what the girls like
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the geeks were right
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when i saw the future - the geeks were right
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predator skills
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chemical wars
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plastic islands at sea
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watch what the humans ruin
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with machine
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eyeballs float in wet green grass
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i'm in a chainsaw choir
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in dreams that bend
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to let me cut thru time
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and stretch out bach
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i make the dry eyes roll
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and wet eyes cross
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while i'm in deep REM sleep
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or twilight zones
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i take a freight elevator
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and press fast forward
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so i can grind these teeth
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and peek thru time
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if i could bring things back
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they'd feedback wild
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and when i saw the future - the geeks were right
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The Geeks Were Right
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The Faint |