| I am the Bad idea,
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| I am the Bad persuasion,
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| Dilettantes in the kitchen as everything implodes,
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| Reparations in the mind are a warning to run away,
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| Grab a hatchet, a flashlight, and run, run away.
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| I am the Bad idea,
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| I am the Gold torpedo,
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| Dilettantes in the dark make an entrance in the dark.
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| And she picked this night, but it doesn’t mean she had a choice,
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| Oh the bear hunter’s wife fears the claws that will rake through her home,
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| And if everyone shall judge she shall weep as a partitioned stone:
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| She’s all right!
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| We own the enemies of your life, we own it all, we own it all,
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| We own the sun at our command, we own the sun, we own the sun
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| We are the enemies of our light, and we command them to fall upon their swords
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| And leave a blasting impression, and the archways of power are broken,
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| And: «Who said the gate was shut, the gate was only made for you,"and:
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| I kissed a girl, she was the only one who seemed to own a shard of light,
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| She’s all right, and it’s all right |