| And we’re off again
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| It comes out of nowhere
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| Like a rope, wrapping tighter and tighter
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| 'Round the throat
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| I guess when it’s on it’s on
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| I mean I guess I’m saying
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| Probably happens to everyone
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| And they all got a mean objective
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| Or you could say
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| Naw, thin to the thickening
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| Every breath as an invitation
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| A little louder now
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| Like a feather to put in the cap
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| You dance, get yer cocktail on
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| Feels good
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| Leaving everything as it is
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| A shout from the back of the hall
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| One time, two times
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| The writing is on the wall
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| The wall, the wall, the wall
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| Back to it
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| Looking out like it’s preservation
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| A little softer now
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| What goes 'round comes around
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| Stop
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| Now consider this
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| Stop making it all about your shit
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| We all gotta deal
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| One trip, make the most of it
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| Just a little bit
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| Stop making it about your shit
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| We’re all gonna be
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| Six feet in the coldest ground
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| Now we’re blacking out
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| Right then
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| Turn around
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| Go on and give it back
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| You’re dead meat
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| In a chilling freeze
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| You’re an effigy
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| And a wrapper in a plastic bag
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| We’re all dietys
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| Washed up in a sewage leak
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| Where was I?
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| A flowered shrine
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| A cussing bum
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| A crystal shine
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| In a pool of scum
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| A dream so real
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| That your vision’s gone
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| An animal
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| A mineral
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| A vegetable
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| An abacus
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| I’m an animal
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| I’m a mineral
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| I’m a vegetable
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| I’m an abacus
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| All right |