| There they go, fucking up the ratio
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| Biting on the skin that hangs off a hangnail
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| Biting on the skin that hangs off a blister
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| On the helping hand
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| Strike up the band, turn up the radome
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| Calling out to the A&R, A&R
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| Strike up the band, turn up the radome
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| Calling out to the A&R, A&R
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| Got nothing to say, and you say it anyway
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| In addition to your own weight
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| Drive it into the ground, and you sing in a drone
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| At the wrong time and at the wrong time
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| Strike up the band, turn up the radome
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| Calling out to the A&R, A&R
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| So full of shit, let’s write some hits
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| Here come the A&R, A&R
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| The lowest part is free, but he can’t leave home
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| Cause he can’t leave the signal alone
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| The lowest part is free, but he can’t leave home
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| He can’t leave the signal alone
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| (repeat the last two) |