| Yeah
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| But what you
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| But what you givin' to me
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| Send the flaming teeth to investigate the lead
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| They fed a plate of treats to the fire-flushed gentleman
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| Jousting in a jewelled field for feather-plated sweets
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| Glide into pin-pricked pores
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| The warm space between two trampled eyes and the laser beams twisted
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| Tubular roots to a spinning door, drift in the tunnel for the otherly
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| A flood of colours for currency
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| A cup of pink bliss ham pour for the underling dragging an endless snake
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| through the wormholes
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| Stumbling on burnt coals
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| Crumbling to minuscule marbles
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| Ducking crossbow fire from the concentric castles
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| They ripple out past all the broken down spacecraft
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| A ground-bound alien’s wrestling in strange masks
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| Pennies in a stained glass bottle neck jingling
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| For tickets to a single servants sunny city dwindling
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| So thanks for the memories
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| Yeah thanks for the memories
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| Strap yourself in for Electric Flesh Therapy
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| Yeah
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| Electric Flesh Therapy
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| Strap yourself in for Electric Flesh Therapy
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| So thanks for the memories
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| So thanks for the memories
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| Strap yourself in for Electric Flesh Therapy
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| Yeah-
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| Electric Flesh Therapy
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| Strap yourself in for Electric Flesh Therapy
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| Drink the medicine
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| Bredrin
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| Journeys into outer states, praying for a safe trip
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| Welcome to my space ship
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| Super deep, suitable for musical but this ain’t Lloyd Webber
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| The void stepper
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| And now I know like boy better
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| Or poindexter
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| Geometric dementia
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| Iridescent shapes begging me to enter
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| The doors of perception (Surrender)
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| I was bitten by the snake
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| Jumped out the Sorcerer’s cauldron
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| Into the firestorm pour me a portion
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| So day trippers take caution I gave you fair warning
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| And now you’re in the rabbit-hole bawling
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| Fell into the ocean and you became my wife
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| Risked it all against the sea to have a better life
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| I, sky, dived and landed on a lotus leaf
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| Floating free on an ocean composed of total peace
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| So thanks for the memories
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| Yeah thanks for the memories
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| Strap yourself in for Electric Flesh Therapy
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| Yeah
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| Electric Flesh Therapy
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| Strap yourself in for Electric Flesh Therapy
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| So thanks for the memories
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| So thanks for the memories
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| Strap yourself in for Electric Flesh Therapy
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| Yeah
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| Electric Flesh Therapy
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| Strap yourself in for Electric Flesh Therapy
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| S’all figure upon figure
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| Layer upon layer
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| Same game new player
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| Soothsayer slaying minutes in eternity and seconds in forever
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| A skewered hourglass in heaven’s cellar
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| He fled an error message flashing pixel porn, stark naked circuitry for new
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| barred sparks in a half-baked observatory
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| Sloppy soul surgery
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| Dream stitched to the forehead
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| Forceps pulling sleeping babies out of warheads
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| As one mother’s peering through a hole in the skull of her son
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| The other one’s funnelling light through the puncture for fun
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| Small scale delinquents on the scales of a dragon’s tail
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| Tailing a powdered face through the stomach of a frazzled whale
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| Bashing rails sport garms for the children
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| Them
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| Halogen light suits and the seamstress that built 'em
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| The weave trails in silk and sky spinning serenity
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| Thanks for the memories
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| So thanks for the memories
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| So thanks for the memories
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| Yeah thanks for the memories
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| Strap yourself in for Electric Flesh Therapy
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| Yeah
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| Electric Flesh Therapy
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| Strap yourself in for Electric Flesh Therapy
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| So thanks for the memories
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| So thanks for the memories
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| Strap yourself in for Electric Flesh Therapy
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| Yeah
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| Electric Flesh Therapy
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| Strap yourself in for Electric Flesh Therapy |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song E.f.t, artist - Jam Baxter. Album song The Gruesome Features, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп