| Hooked by the night of desirable obelisks
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| Looking for my bunny foot charm
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| Whole lotta leeches cleft of the dial
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| Luck is the 9 life cloud
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| If only, if only, if only the morgue was vacant
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| Under the weight of these counterfeit tantrums
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| I’d rather not face myself
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| Intangible coping mechanism holding
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| Burning to the finger of my flight risk button
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| If only, if only, if only the morgue would take me
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| If only, if only, if only the morgue would take me
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| Zero hour Zero hour Won
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| Zero hour Zero hour Won
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| Probable doldrums monitor the owners
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| Swaying to the Midwitch sound
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| Celibate truce look into the eight ball
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| Handcuffed to the steering column
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| Whole lotta leeches cleft of the dial
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| Luck is the nine life cloud
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| If only, if only, if only the morgue was vacant
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| If only, if only, if only the morgue was vacant
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| Zero hour Zero hour Won
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| Zero hour Zero hour Won, yeah
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| In the tear folds we were waiting
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| But serum kept us bound
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| Pulling at my pockets
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| What trajectory am I?
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| We were swimming against the current
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| When the answers came to town
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| Forced my hands behind me
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| We had to put him down
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| Calling
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| Let it go
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| Get the incident, remember
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| Remember I told you so
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| Transponder check the transponder
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| Transponder check the transponder
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| Transponder check the transponder
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| Despondent at high noon
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| Transponder check the transponder
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| Transponder check the transponder |