| Shuffling through all the nations airports
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| Invalids collide with terrorist scum.
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| Choking on the lag, the headsets spilling over.
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| Choking on the lag, the exiles plot.
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| So shovel under rugs, the ones who notice.
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| Channel into locks, the pilots drunk.
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| The resin in his mouth just means hes hated.
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| The radio is tapped, the bastards drunk.
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| Channelling through aviation transport.
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| Derelicts rely on red light slums.
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| Scandals interlock, linking all the patrons.
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| And tourists intertwine in effortless lumps.
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| So shovel under rugs, the ones who notice.
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| Channel into locks, the pilots drunk.
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| The resin in their eyes just means theyre hated.
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| Tapping on his mike, the pilots drunk.
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| Shuffling through all the nations airports
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| Invalids collide with terrorist scum.
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| Scandals interlock, linking all the patrons.
|
| And tourists intertwine in effortless lumps.
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| Channelling through all the nations airports
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| Derelicts rely on red light slums.
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| Choking on the lag, the headsets spilling over.
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| Choking on the lag, the exiles plot. |