| Avalanche looms overhead
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| Airplane flies overhead
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| Important man sits by the window
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| Sucked out of the first class window
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| Images run by, a thousand miles an hour
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| But the time seems far away
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| Folding clothes in a folding closet
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| Folding money in your resumé
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| It’s time to let off some pressure
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| It’s time to let off some steam
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| All your notebooks get thrown away
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| And you start your diary clean
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| Crystal glass lined up in a row
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| Watched over by the G.I. |
| Joes
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| Sugar in your coffee doesn’t taste quite right
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| Feeling the effects for a hundred thousand nights
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| When civilization falls in its grave
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| Technology throws on the dirt
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| You realize the finest things in life
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| Are the ones that can never be hurt
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| Time to let off some pressure
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| Time to let off some steam
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| All your notebooks get thrown away
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| You start your diary clean
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| Crystal glass lined up in a row
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| Watched over by the G.I. |
| Joes
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| Sugar in your coffee doesn’t taste quite right
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| Feeling the effects for a hundred thousand nights
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| Shatters your brain
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| It shatters your brain
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| Shatters your brain
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| It shatters your brain
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| Shatters your brain in a million tiny pieces
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| The sounds you hear aren’t coming out right
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| You think it might be mystic, you think I might be cryptic
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| The crystal in your china case is breaking in a million tiny pieces |