| Wait a minute
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| This may be boring
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| Is it less than a total mess?
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| In a minute this may turn sour if we last
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| Wait a minute
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| You may be boring icy holes in my snowy head
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| Ever dry and yet warmly melting in cold beds
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| Everyone’s looking tragic
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| Looking for the new panic
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| Looking for a new panic in anyone
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| He spun light into black skyscrapers
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| She hid weapons beneath her dress
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| Wait a minute
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| I may be boring you to death
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| Everyone’s looking tragic
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| Looking for the new panic
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| Looking for a new panic in anyone
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| What a total mess, I’ll take her
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| What a total mess, I’ll take him
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| What a total mess, I’ll take her
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| What a total mess, I’ll take them
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| Everyone’s looking tragic
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| Looking for the new panic
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| Looking for a new panic in anyone
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| Everyone’s looking panicked
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| Looking for something tragic
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| Looking for a new panic in anyone |