| Ah… ah…
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| Ah… ah…
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| She deals in layers of beats
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| She shits where she eats
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| She marches her detractors towards all kinds of defeat
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| She’s a form of final fantasy
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| While mother nature runs delete
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| She does all her space walking
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| In those designer German jeans
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| Through the static I hear some talking
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| But I don’t know what it means
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| We jump from stone to stone like a rabbit
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| Find a new exciting world to habit
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| But we’re still in the atmosphere of this one
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| Aurora Borealis and the lights are low
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| Who will save the people in the towns below?
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| Amongst all the Cialis there’s a ribbon and bow
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| On the ashes of the people in the towns below
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| Ah… ah…
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| Ah… ah…
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| I couldn’t feel the radiation
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| But Lord I feel the pain
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| A thousand miles away from irrigation
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| Our government-issued rain
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| They say the senses you need most
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| Will be the first to go
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| But as long as I live to smell your rose
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| And patronize your seraglio
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| We’ll act as if what happened never happened
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| And if they light the cannon you’d be wise to strap in
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| 'Cause you’ve never had a ride as bumpy as this one
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| Aurora Borealis and the lights are low
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| Who will save the people in the towns below?
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| Amongst all the Cialis there’s a ribbon and bow
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| On the ashes of the people of the towns below
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| Ah… ah…
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| Ah… ah…
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| I know that you can do six, if you can do four
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| My friend don’t, you know it’s just a little bit more
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| Taurus awaits his matador
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| While mother nature locks the door
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| 'Cause when your life become space walking
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| There’s no longer any ups or downs
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| It’s just the hazy memories
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| Of what we used to call hometowns
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| Let’s never look back, lest we become another pillar of salt for the captain’s
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| rum
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| And you never had a destiny as dark as this one
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| Aurora Borealis and the lights are low
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| Who will save the people in the towns below?
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| Amongst all the Cialis there’s a ribbon and bow
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| On the ashes of the people in the towns below
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| Thanks for playing, points for trying
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| And if you’re standing still you’re on your way to dying
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| Ah… ah…
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| Ah… ah…
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| Ah… ah…
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| Ah… ah…
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| Ah… ah…
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| Ah… ah… |