| There’s someone down below blowing you a kiss
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| They watch from their windows
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| As all arms fall to their sides, and all eyes fix
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| On the death of tomorrow
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| And you found everything you need
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| To make a life complete
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| Completely revolting, and they have safety and relief
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| For sale up the street
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| I see you in line everyday
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| You had time to waste and I’m not sorry
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| Such a basket case, hide the cutlery
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| I had time to kill, it’s dead and buried
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| You’ve got guts to spill, but no one trustworthy
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| These creatures are waking up in these dark trees
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| Waiting like vultures
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| Eyes roll back, turn white in time to feed
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| They salivate in hunger
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| For you and everything they need
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| To make a death complete
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| Completely unnatural and salvation lies
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| Behind those dead eyes
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| That watch you while you sleep every night
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| And you had time to waste and I’m not sorry
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| Such a basket case, hide the cutlery
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| I had time to kill its dead and buried
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| You’ve got guts to spill but no one trustworthy
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| You had time to waste and I’m not sorry
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| Such a basket case, hide the cutlery
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| I had time to kill its dead and buried
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| You’ve got guts to spill but no one trustworthy |