| Don’t look now it’s the bête noir
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| Playin' flute so forget guitar
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| Things in here about to get bizzare
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| It’s the wicked satyr
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| Somewhat vague now explicit later
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| Vapor lifted and liquid paper
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| Did the deed now I’m 'effed
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| Figured I was owed for the theft
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| Paris is for lovers so I left
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| Snails pace frozen glacier
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| Unsatisfied showman’s nature
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| List making and nomenclature
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| Ridin' a bike with the rim warped
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| Fightin' myself it’s a grim sport
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| Doin' it all I’m like Jim Thorpe
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| I’m the eyebrows noticer
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| Magical hocus pocuser
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| Vaginal hopeless focuser
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| Spaz attack and paroxysm
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| Self-imposed barbaric prison
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| Working on the merit system
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| Dance moves and lyricism
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| This ain’t no generic rhythm
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| Think this is esoteric
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| Listen!
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| The songbirds are deafening
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| Definitely storm clouds threatening
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| Desperately crowd forms menacing
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| Anything, curious
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| Questioning
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| Furious
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| Calculate
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| Reckoning
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| Pressuring
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| Quenching
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| Refreshing
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| Armless woman rides the horse
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| Harmless, both the sides endorse
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| Divide the sides, divine divorce
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| Blinded driver guides the course
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| Hide your eyes and fing the source
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| Why define the different kinds of force?
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| These days
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| She fades
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| She fades away x4
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| Lightning bolt sparks the fires
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| Red letter"A" marked a liar
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| Time being killed and dark desires
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| When the evil secret reached ya
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| And to be strategic beat ya
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| I was reading Friedrich Nietzsche
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| Summer ends and the leaves change
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| Angels died and the thieves came
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| She has no heart and he’s strange
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| Makes a mistake and achieves fame
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| Time and distance release pain
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| Blood on the lenses and freeze frame
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| These days
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| She fades
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| She fades away |