| Hey kids, don’t look inside 'cause there ain’t nothing to see
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| Just a man and his magic box
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| He’s hypnotized and bulging
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| A prisoner of his own sloth
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| A fiery hound of hell is headed straight for me
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| But it’s OK, I invited him in
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| He knows more than I do
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| Well, the sun comes up as a lump of coal and the palm trees catch on fire
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| And you tap your confession on a cold, dead phone and you realize that you’re a
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| liar
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| There ain’t nobody wanna follow you and there ain’t no Fantastic Four
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| And if we’re talking the God’s honest truth, she don’t think about you no more
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| No one looks into the eye of the Gorgon and lives
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| Uh, uh, baby that’s just not the way it works
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| Not for this jerk
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| Peeking out of my shades I see a girl on a donkey
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| But she’s riding away
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| No love today
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| Well, the sun comes up as a lump of coal and the palm trees catch on fire
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| And you tap your excuses on a cold, dead phone, hey, anyone can be a liar
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| There’s not a soul who wants to follow you and there ain’t no Fantastic Four
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| And if we’re talking the God’s honest truth, she don’t think about you no more
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| Well, the sun comes up as a lump of coal and the palm trees catch on fire
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| And you tap your confession on a cold, dead phone and you realize that God’s a
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| liar
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| There ain’t nobody wanna follow you and there ain’t no Fantastic Four
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| And if we’re talking the God’s honest truth, she don’t think about you no more |