Watch the could form outside my window
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I light another as the city goes grey
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Face the whirlwind with a polite smile
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Resist the motion of self righteous crusades
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Some of the other live for deprivation
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It's not something that I could ever do
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I get my kicks from complete annihilation
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A brown paper bottle to kill yesterdays news
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The right sight but the wrong kind of vision
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A grain of salt dould do us all a little good
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Just when the world seems so understanding
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It knocks you over with a silent left hook
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I faced a thousand attitudes like this one before
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You can show me your restrictions
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While I'm showing you the door.
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Honey, I Shit The Hot Tub
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| Dillinger Four |
