Your folks say art
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Such lovely people
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I can't understand
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Where you came from
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How long can it possibly take for
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One to realize
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That the dream is over
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How many more nights
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Must you just humiliate yourself?
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The pollution from your imbecile rages
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Is leaking at your heels
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Lobbing at streaks across the desert and my eyes
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I have no hope for you anymore
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Oh
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When you said to my woman at the show
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We were just desperately breathing life into undead ghost
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Do you really think these things you say
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They won't get back to me
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I guess you feel like you got this lifetime pass
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And you can be a dick and
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It doesn't matter
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But I'm through, yeah, I'm set free
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And basically you're just dead to me
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The pollution from your imbecile rages
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Is leaking at your heels
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Blotting with streaks across the desert of my eyes
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I have no hope for you anymore!
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Imbecile Rages
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| Of Montreal |
