| Any level we’re sure to make it
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| Plenty devils left my brain waves vacant
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| Take your time
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| Make your mind
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| I couldn’t find a better replacement
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| Rather corrupted the intellect
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| Finally noticed you have no respect
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| What did you expect?
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| Not to neglect
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| The rhythm hasn’t got there yet
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| But I bet since reducing gravity
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| We distorted those fighter jets
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| Minor threats
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| Look at the architect through the eyes of prophet before I forget
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| Next next crossover moves
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| More more less confused
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| Truly amazed and amused
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| Which way to go
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| Now choose
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| Gotta get it going going gone
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| Reversed now sing this song
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| Killer thriller Micheal Jackson move
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| Lionel Richie Dancing On The Ceiling all night long
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| I got vices older than dead foreskin
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| Ice sculptures of sex organs
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| Oxygen rich blood
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| But my sticky love is joy divisable by
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| Behold the LA gym membership epidural
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| Peppermint swirl on this letter-dip mural
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| «Are you an actor?»
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| Well I usually get paid to die
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| And to inflame the naked eye
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| In-demand aphid pie against the painted sky
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| Yes me and K-The-I???
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| The label scouts' killjoys
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| Staple mouth with kite-flyers etiquette and a quill poise
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| «Looking for still love»
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| Not roving peril
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| And candelabras with smoking barrels
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| I’m poking airholes in the breaded crust and sweetened coating
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| You’re under the impression that my mind’s dipped in codeine
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| Because it’s choppy and screwy and vampirical
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| My body is woozy
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| My glands are spherical
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| «But it’s all good
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| I’m happy as shit
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| Sucking on this here battery tit»
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| They will beautify the pork plumbing with their boob jobs
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| Turning the cheap whores and Igors to Jude Laws
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| My contentment is not under these glued gauze
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| But under your oohs and ahs |