| The sun is high up in the sky and I’m in my car
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| Drifting down into the abattoir
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| Do you see what I see, dear?
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| The air grows heavy. |
| I listen to your breath
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| Entwined together in this culture of death
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| Do you see what I see, dear?
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| Slide on over here, let me give you a squeeze
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| To avert this unholy evolutionary trajectory
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| Can you hear what I hear, babe?
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| Does it make you feel afraid?
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| Everything’s dissolving, babe, according to plan
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| The sky is on fire, the dead are heaped across the land
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| I went to bed last night and my moral code got jammed
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| I woke up this morning with a Frappucino in my hand
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| I kissed you once. |
| I kissed you again
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| My heart it tumbled like the stock exchange
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| Do you feel what I feel, dear?
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| Mass extinction, darling, hypocrisy
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| These things are not good for me Do you see what I see, dear?
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| The line the God throws down to you and me Makes a pleasing geometry
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| Shall we leave this place now, dear?
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| Is there someway out of here?
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| I wake with the sparrows and I hurry off to work
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| The need for validation, babe, gone completely
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| berserk
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| I wanted to be your Superman but I turned out such a jerk
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| I got the abattoir blues
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| I got the abattoir blues
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| I got the abattoir blues
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| Right down to my shoes |