| Sirens begin, the red light spins
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| Hungry go the thieves
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| Betty’s in the sandbox trying to detox
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| She always wears long sleeves
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| Desdemona in a red kimona can’t get off the bench
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| Her bolts are fused, her limbs can’t move
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| Someone better find a wrench
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| Got no past, they can’t last
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| Future’s like a curse
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| What’s best for them is always bought
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| At the price of something worse
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| Wren’s heart of ashes, the glue-on lashes
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| Her baby’s in a brillo box
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| She’s on one knee with key after key
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| Trying to find the right lock
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| By the pulp of her fears
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| And the shape of her tears
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| You can tell tomorrow’s weather
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| She bends her skin in the shape of her sins
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| To keep herself together
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| Got no past, they can’t last
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| The future’s like a hearse
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| What’s best for them is always bought
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| At the price of something worse
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| Got no past, I can’t last
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| The future’s like a curse
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| I’m swimming in pools of mercury
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| Making sense of the end of the century
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| They want to -- outside
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| They want to -- outside
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| They want to scream outside
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| They want to search outside
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| They want to lose outside
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| They want to beg outside
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| They want to have sex outside
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| They want to -- outside
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| They want to pray outside
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| They want to buy outside
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| They want to dream outside
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| They want to pine outside
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| They want to -- outside
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| They want to sleep
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| They only want to be alone outside
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| Carl’s been burned
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| Better return him back to central casting
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| Jen grows weaker her soul sneakers
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| Are useless without laces
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| So she rides the snake till she grows wings
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| And flies to better places
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| Got no past, they can’t last
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| The future’s like a hearse
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| What’s best for them is always bought
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| At the price of something worse
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| Got no past, I can’t last
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| The future’s like a curse
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| I’m swimming in pools of mercury
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| Making sense of the end of the century
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| It’s dawn, their faces worn
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| Rain like a female feathers
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| I’m swimming in pools of mercury
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| Making sense of the end of the century
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| Got no past, they can’t last
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| The future’s like a hearse
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| What’s best for them is always bought
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| At the price of something worse |