| Once when walking in the woods
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| I came upon a burning bush
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| «What wants you vision?», says I
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| And it spoke, and I quote
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| «Apocalypse can go down easy
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| You gotta know it’s an acquired taste
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| You’re sacrifice can’t please me
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| I’m dead set to destroy this place
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| Hip hip for imperfection
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| I want to make a mess
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| I’ve got a secret theory
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| That disarray works best
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| And though it don’t work often
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| Oh my God when it does-
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| Watch as the outburst softens
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| It’s had its way with us
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| They’re scared of the silence
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| But be scared-er of the sound
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| Hearts are not only beating
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| They are all counting down
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| You’re not ready for disorder
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| You’re not ready for decay
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| Have you been staving
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| Time and aging
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| Sloughing dead skin away?
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| I must confess I said with a smile
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| «I'm frightened as a child
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| And I suspect by
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| The smoke in your eye
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| You’re thinking 'So am I.'
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| Apocalypse can go down easy
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| You gotta know it’s an acquired taste
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| Our sacrifice can’t please thee
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| You’re dead set to destroy this place
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| If the aspirin you take
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| Doesn’t cure your headache
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| Why do docs propose
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| The headache’s in your head?
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| And if the orgasms we fake
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| Take their toll and take the cake
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| Why do they suppose
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| We’re better off in bed?
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| And then the bush said
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| «You and I, we were meant to be together
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| You and I, we are gonna hang together
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| You and I, we are going down together.» |