| You said this way would be more scenic
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| The ride is rough, the corners blind
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| I’ve left a thousand times another
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| Seems the house was a home, but you buried the bone
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| Picture me all out of vitamins
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| When your friends agree that I’m no fun
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| It’s all laced with polystyrene candor
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| I’m the acetone wash for your gilded tongue
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| 747's getting closer to heaven
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| That the radio waves that carry our digital bait
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| Did you hear? |
| It’s all over at the end of the year
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| Oh well, how 'bout that?
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| How’d you know that I was scheming
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| Somehow she was walking out the back and I was cut
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| She said it’s not cool you don’t fucking answer
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| But your lifestyle is done, now I’m back on the run
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| 747's getting closer to heaven
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| That the radio waves that carry our digital bait
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| Did you hear? |
| It’s all over at the end of the year
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| Oh well, how 'bout that?
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| 747's getting closer to heaven
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| That the radio waves that carry our digital bait
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| Did you hear? |
| It’s all over at the end of the year
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| Oh well, how 'bout that?
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| When were you gonna get yourself out of the way
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| Of the train that’s been barreling down at you for days
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| Did you hear? |
| They’re controlling artificial limbs
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| Without him, how 'bout that? |