| There’s a conspiracy,
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| On board Aquarian.
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| The water’s high.
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| Heavy deuterium.
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| A crescent power grid shines like it never.
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| And you spit as you’re hitting the harbor at night.
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| Ride the light rail to Camden and shut down the MARC line.
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| Red line to Tenleytown.
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| Climb up antenna.
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| You take a look at the hills of the Maryland timescape,
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| Take out your target scope and applications.
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| And you’re constantly constantly radio’s on.
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| And you’re headphones are deadphones.
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| They’re falling apart.
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| You’re a transmitterhead with a Wisconsin heart.
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| All the beautiful people get shot in the heartland. |