| The trouble is a single atom
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| Shot at random, random fire
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| Two particles, fused and coupled
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| Once united, multiply
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| The waves run underground
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| Electric power, copper wire
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| Some tiny evil bursts the surface
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| Lays quiet like insecticide
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| Slanted, the eyes
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| And this bonds mind to mind
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| The risk is mine
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| And this bonds mind to mind
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| Slanted, the eyes
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| And this bonds mind to mind
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| The risk is mine
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| And this bonds mind to mind
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| Slanted, the eyes
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| And this bonds mind to mind
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| The risk is mine
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| And this bonds mind to mind
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| Slanted, the eyes
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| And this bonds mind to mind
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| The risk is mine
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| And this bonds mind to mind
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| Slanted, the eyes
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| And this bonds mind to mind
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| The risk is mine
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| And this bonds mind to mind
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| She says a word across the ocean
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| I hear the spit, I hear the sigh
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| The wavelength undivided
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| To drain the fruit and leave the rind
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| The shot runs through her wiring
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| Through her curve through her spine
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| To feel an impulse rising rising
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| A mess of reason and kissing eyes
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| Slanted, the eyes
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| And this bonds mind to mind
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| The risk is mine
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| And this bonds mind to mind
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| Slanted, the eyes
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| And this bonds mind to mind
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| The risk is mine
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| And this bonds mind to mind
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| Slanted, the eyes
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| And this bonds mind to mind
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| The risk is mine
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| And this bonds mind to mind
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| Slanted, the eyes
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| And this bonds mind to mind
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| The risk is mine
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| And this bonds mind to mind |