| I’m encased in your numb arms
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| In the clutch of tollway sludge
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| I’m infected and you’re not
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| I live alone here on this plot
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| In the Athens hood
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| And you won’t want to enter through the signal
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| But you’re too freaked out to not
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| When you’re coiled volume tone
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| Try to cut yourself more tape
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| Pull it off -- infection’s worse
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| It’s orange now, it’s bubbling
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| Take it off with tolnaftate
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| And secretly precociously scratch until it blisters
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| Broken hands reaching out through the stones
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| Dayglo flags guiding the National Guard troops home
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| Patrolling through downtown
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| We’re under this building
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| We’re holding our phones up, deflated and powerless…
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| …until we felt faint warmth from the powerlines!
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| WHY?!?
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| Direct complains to Loss Recovery
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| Please direct complaints to Loss Recovery
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| Sincerley |