And there are those who
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Hadn't found the speaking so wrong
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Is it wrong
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Of Pavlov lore
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They ran rampant through the floors
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Is this wrong
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Feels so wrong
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Happened on a respirator
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In the basements
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Are they gone are they gone
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Stung the slang of a gallows bird
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Rationed a dead letter pure
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Trackmarked amoeba witchcraft
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Cartwheel of scratches
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Dress the tapeworm as pet
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Tentacles smirk please
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Flinched the cocooned meat
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Infra-recon forgets
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Now there are those who find
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Comfort in the breathing
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Wrong-is it wrong
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It houses the watchful eyes
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They're panting in a pattern in droves
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Are they gone
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Happened in a respirator tent
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In the basements
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Is it gone
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Are they gone
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Stung the slang of a gallows bird
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Sanctioned a dead letter pure
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trackmarked amoeba lands craft
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cartwheel of scratches
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dress the tape worm as pets
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tentacles smirk please
|
flinch the cocooned meat
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infra-recon forgets
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evaporated the fur
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because it covers them
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if you only knew the plans they had for us
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evaporated the fur
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because it covers them
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if you only knew the plans they had for us
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They used to have pulses in them
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But impulse has made them strong
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They used to have pulses in them
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But impulse has made them strong
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Evaporated the fur
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Because it covers them
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If you only knew the plans they had for us
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Trackmarked amoeba lands craft
|
Cartwheel of scratches
|
Dress the tapeworm as pets
|
Tentacles smirk please
|
Flinch the cocooned meat
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Infra-reco forgets
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gotta be a way
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Of getting out
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Are you just growing old
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Trackmarked amoeba lands craft
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Cartwheel of scratches
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Dress the tapeworm as pets
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Eriatarka
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Mars Volta |