Capistrano swallow, answer to your inner voice
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and please return,
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God installed that radar in your pointy little beak
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so you'd return.
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Epileptic surgeons with their eyes x'ed out
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attend to the torn up kid.
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salivate and reckon with all the sick things
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that you did.
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The secondary stumbles cause the cadence of the count
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has lead them astray,
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pray their intuition leaves them crashing into bodies
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in your perfect way
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But I, I saw you reeling in a parking lot,
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I, I saw you rallying round a parking lot,
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Line up for the comfort and kick it on the bumper,
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Know (no?) there is no leeway
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you're standing on the freeway in love,
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Motion, you were destined for the paupers grave.
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Architecture students are like virgins
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with an itch they cannot scratch,
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Never build a building till you're 50
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what kind of life is that?
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Stalled out on an escalator
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wishing which way to return up or down,
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My Palestinian nephew got his face blown off
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in a dusty craft.
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The Hexx
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Pavement |