| An open mind imagination knows no bounds
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| Think it out in cheap and twisted times
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| Double trouble, you’re raisin' the flag again
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| Careful, give that cry
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| What matters now, is not who’ll take the blame
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| Station to directionless is full of the game
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| Right now, oh where do we begin
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| When all roads lead to sin?
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| There’s a neck wrenchin' like a space
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| At the cutting face
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| When you crawl so low that you can’t get back
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| You take a gamble, you figure every angle
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| You’ve gotta top tip bop
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| You find yourself a tight fit
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| There’s a neck wrenchin' like a space
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| At the cutting face
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| When you crawl so low that you’ve gotta get back
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| It’s more techno splatter, wake a few fools
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| I’ll go out tonight and maybe break a few rules
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| There’s a neck wrenchin' like a space
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| Mayhem ninjas, guns and gore
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| I’ll go out tonight and maybe score a bit more
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| A crabby Tuesday, I call it every blues
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| Techno splatter, wake a few fools
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| Can’t get next to you
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| I just wanna hold you
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| Havin' it, havin' it… I'm not having it
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| No way
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| None of it
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| Not at all
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| There’s a neck wrenchin' like a space
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| At the cutting face
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| When the light at the end of the tunnel
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| Is an oncoming train |