Pass the place where they sleep
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'Hold my breath,' my sister says to me
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Grab a button, set an angel free
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The notion peaks my curiosity
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She spent her life under the GRE
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Fought off a million evil industries
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I'd like to think it meant much more to me
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but now I can't recall the memory.
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So she laughs at all the jokes over mirrors lined with coke
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She chuckles at the hopes of every card caught in the spokes,
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Black and white got blurry and her world went up in smoke,
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LOVE WAS JUST A VERB WITHOUT THE PATIENCE
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(High and buried alive isn't that just life?
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High on secular lines, isn't that just life?)
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By the way, I know there'll be hell for any hand you hold,
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There's more to it than you'll ever show, but you never know.
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It's small and rich and all the same
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Aren't you tired of taking all this blame?
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With nothing but a bitter taste to show.
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A dream second can stand epic in scope.
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When you touch me I feel sick.
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A walk of shame from former residence,
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Here's a quarter, call a friend,
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I found a place to hide in nowhere,
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Nowhere is just my size
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It's nice to meet you, What's-your-face
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You know you kind of have her eyes...
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By the way I know, there's a prayer in every lie you told
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There's more to it than you'll ever show,
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Not much to mention you don't know,
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It's small and rich and wet, but wait
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Aren't we tired of taking all this hate?
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With nothing but a bitter taste to show.
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We Fell All Over You
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Kind Of Like Spitting |