| Hands out, palms up, shiny stars for eyes
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| Blinded by their lies teasing tidal tithe
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| Well I want exes, swollen tongues
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| Bloated belies for what’s to come
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| Toes up towards the sky
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| For when that passion dies
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| Come get some, come get some
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| Come get the throttle
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| Until the lightning is
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| Just an empty bottle
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| All around me (no)
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| I’m outnumbered (no)
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| Crawling, crawling (no)
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| Goddamn vultures
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| They surround me (no)
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| My days are numbered (no)
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| Crawling, crawling (no)
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| Goddamn vultures
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| So what? |
| Yeah! |
| We planned the hangings
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| You wanna make a big deal with your reality reeking
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| I see those yellow souls, I hear those flapping holes
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| I’m cutting 'em one by one just to seem 'em feel on their own
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| Come get some, come get some
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| Come get the throttle
|
| Until the lightning is
|
| Just an empty bottle
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| All around me (no)
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| I’m outnumbered (no)
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| Crawling, crawling (no)
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| Goddamn vultures
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| They surround me (no)
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| My days are numbered (no)
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| Crawling, crawling (no)
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| Goddamn vultures
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| It’s so sad, it’s so sad
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| It’s so sad, you can’t see
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| It never were and never be
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| It’s so sad, you’re scavenging
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| It’s so sad, you can’t see
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| It never were and never be
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| It’s so sad, you’re scavenging
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| Goddamn vultures
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| Goddamn vultures
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| Goddamn vultures
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| Goddamn vultures
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| Come get some, come get some
|
| Come get the throttle
|
| Until the lightning is
|
| Just an empty bottle
|
| All around me (no)
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| I’m outnumbered (no)
|
| Crawling, crawling (no)
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| Goddamn vultures
|
| They surround me (no)
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| My days are numbered (no)
|
| Crawling, crawling (no)
|
| Goddamn vultures
|
| All around me (no)
|
| I’m outnumbered (no)
|
| Crawling, crawling (no)
|
| Goddamn vultures
|
| They surround me (no)
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| My days are numbered (no)
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| Crawling, crawling (no)
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| Goddamn vultures
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| Goddamn vultures
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| Goddamn vultures |