Speed lab, speed lab
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On the edge of an artichoke farm
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We work through harm
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Tweaked and well paid
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We forgave
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What the chemicals did
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To our hands, lungs and face
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Clearly makring our fall from grace
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Our fall form grace
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Speed lab, speed lab
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Sun sang through eucalyptus,
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We sang along
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Angela
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I met her there,
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Sweating out the San Francisco run
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Every hotel on the five
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Was our very own pleasure dive
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Our own pleasure dive
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Speed lab
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Giveth and taketh away
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The love, tender loving, money, money spending
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Was before the fire, the DEA.
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Those who survived the fire fled alone
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I know that God hates alchemical work
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I love him lonely, but in the end
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What else to do but begin again
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To do but begin again
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Speed Lab
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| John Vanderslice |
