| They did not know how long they had been there
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| They did not know how long they had been there
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| They did not know how long they had been there
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| They did not know how long they had been there
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| They did not know how long they had been there
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| They did not know how long they had been there
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| They did not know how long they had been there
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| Unsigned hype
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| Frontline ever north’s flurry
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| Zero dark thirty
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| Zero friends minotaur fugly stepchild devote lunch jumped over plunging
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| netlines
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| Up beside tongue-tied hungry enzymes default in a mothmen munching textiles
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| Punisher
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| Out past go time back ten fried worms cheerier
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| Brown grass both sides
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| Can’t food
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| Man made tools
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| Atlanta can’t bandaids Mandrake’s route
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| Thimble on a broomstick
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| Pancake shoes
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| And a handshake booth can’t pain, can’t lose, can’t game
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| Smoke out malls like a force of nature
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| Break through chimer turn to his face
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| Swiftly
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| Maybe in the form of a nest egg
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| Maybe in the form of a Tesla death ray
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| Or a solid gold teen with something better to celebrate
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| The powder on the face like a flatfoot on Jelly Day
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| M-m-moral compass all batshit
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| Spinning in the shadows of immoral magnets
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| Ever sporting the artist or enable in the attic of me
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| I guess it matters to me
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| I wish it mattered to you
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| Now a thousand virtues kicked the same bucket like Chinatown turtles
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| Roving packs of elusive young become Choblow writers over boost of drums
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| in the terrifying face of a future tongue
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| Down, down from a huntable surplus to one
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| Down from a huntable surplus to one
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| Down, down from a huntable surplus to one
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| Down from a huntable surplus to one
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| Down, down from a huntable surplus to one
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| Check his own break neck pulse over colors in the drain
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| Like emote sugar skulls in the rain
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| Flower eyes melting
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| Gotta buy your lugging made of bat ties silting
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| Quarter up a heading for the kill screen
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| No corner cut
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| No built team
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| Only a particularly menacing
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| Angle perpendicular to everything
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| Boys room cheery bomb moyed doom
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| very much running with the devil in the mellow drum
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| Hello
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| Here’s where a tale of caution pounce coffin nails to bootlegs of Hawk wind
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| Sawtooth
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| Never mind straw to gold
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| Spin hearts on sleeves and a head torn pulse
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| Arm in the mall
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| Fish out fifth like a business card from a jar at the mall
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| Ayin like androids dream in a carbon applause
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| Get stuffed with cartoon cigars
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| Skull pack, netti pot home to roost
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| Around fullback dinner with the muscle and poon
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| Shoot to the beaver,
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| Brown with broke ankles
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| Daisy
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| Declawed pound, no thank you
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| Fade me Failed all basic training
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| But I spent a couple groundhog days with a changeling
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| Silhouette the god last cigarette
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| Anything less would be re-god-damn-diculous
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| Roving packs of elusive young become Choblow writers over boost of drums
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| in the terrifying face of a future tongue
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| Down, down from a huntable surplus to one
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| Down from a huntable surplus to one
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| Down, down from a huntable surplus to one
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| Down from a huntable surplus to one
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| Down, down from a huntable surplus to one
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| One
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| One
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| One
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| One
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| One
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| One
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Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Zero Dark Thirty , by - Aesop Rock. Song from the album Skelethon, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп