another monday morning,
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a pot of coffee.
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(you never throw a change-up.)
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God bless the good caffeine
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as the one accepted demon
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you're never letting go of...
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a smile on your face befits your place
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(MTV's the running joke that everybody knows)
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we have our little ways to waste our days...
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light, urban, terrorism.
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we're burning the new gods.
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page me wolverine. page me wolverine. page me wolverine. you're welcome to my machine.
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page me wolverine. page me wolverine. page me wolverine. you're welcome to my machine.
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take up all your free time
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listening to b-sides
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and find a new messiah.
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we're mixing the solution,
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calling it cold fusion.
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tell me, can you dig that?
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starting out ascent
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we then begin
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(we're only getting higher.)
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tell someone to speak up
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of what we're in need of.
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"the warriors killed cyrus."
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blaming it off on me
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page me wolverine. page me wolverine. page me wolverine. you're welcome to my machine. x's 10
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Page Me Wolverine
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| Deep Blue Something |
