| Calling to you from here to japan
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| Hopin' a few of you understand
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| As the feelings on the river head for the drain
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| A conscience on a trigger left at the reins
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| You really get off on offing humans
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| You really get off on all mankind
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| It’s really a scoff, just vaulting through this
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| To really get off and on time
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| Don’t you see i’m
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| Half-done without apprehension
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| True it does up the power of yawning
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| Throw in the burden, straight from the can
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| Ripped up postergirl of jane citizen
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| Now we’re setting up a vessel
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| Auf wiedersehen!
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| Taking the epistle straight to the vein
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| And it still upsets her hat to talk about that
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| Dangling out the window to find you
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| It couldn’t be you, might by defense
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| And the matters simply make normal sense
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| I could’ve bet to be on your side
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| Turnin just the same egg, go run and hide
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| Oh well
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| Wherever we go we’re off to new things
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| Wherever we’ve been they put us on
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| Wherever we go it’s often through things
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| Wherever we go it’s going gone
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| Has it been
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| It happened every single second
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| Do you wake up?
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| We know where to find you
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| Crawling to you
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| My head in the sand
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| Enough for oil left in demand
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| Laying the blame of guess and contend
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| Give every moral less to defend
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| Stole all your horses left in the lane
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| An ember coil left to retain
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| A night of torture, rip of the wren
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| Eternal uppance, symbols and stems
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| Calling to you from here to japan
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| Pulling up a burden straight from the can
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| Sometimes a whirl can give you an itch
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| You try and scratch it up and find a new niche
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| Don’t you see i’m
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| Half-done without apprehension
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| Do we wake up? |
| it’s all red white and
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| Blue |