Once when walking in the woods
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I came upon a burning bush.
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"What wants you vision?", says I
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And it spoke, and I quote,
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"Apocalypse can go down easy
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You gotta know it's an acquired taste.
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You're sacrifice can't please me
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I'm dead set to destroy this place.
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Hip hip for imperfection,
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I want to make a mess.
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I've got a secret theory
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That disarray works best
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And though it don't work often
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Oh my God when it does-
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Watch as the outburst softens
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It's had its way with us.
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They're scared of the silence
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But be scared-er of the sound.
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Hearts are not only beating
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They are all counting down.
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You're not ready for disorder.
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You're not ready for decay.
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Have you been staving
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Time and aging
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Sloughing dead skin away?
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I must confess I said with a smile,
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"I'm frightened as a child.
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And I suspect by
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The smoke in your eye
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You're thinking 'So am I.'
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Apocalypse can go down easy
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You gotta know it's an acquired taste.
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Our sacrifice can't please thee
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You're dead set to destroy this place.
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If the aspirin you take
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Doesn't cure your headache
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Why do docs propose
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The headache's in your head?
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And if the orgasms we fake
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Take their toll and take the cake
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Why do they suppose
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We're better off in bed?
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And then the bush said,
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"You and I, we were meant to be together.
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You and I, we are gonna hang together.
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You and I, we are going down together."
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