| Hot little rhymes shot off the wall
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| Spitting on the ground, hoping for more than just a vibration
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| We’ve had our time, yeah we’ve seen it all
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| That’s all just a lie 'cause there’s still a degree of celebration
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| Flavours of the mind flow sweetly but sour
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| Softened by the touch of the fingers that rub up-up-up-upon it
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| And all that remains is the feeling in your chest
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| It’s a phantom in the room and you can’t get a grip unless you grab it
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| The bathtubs in the hallway are here to stay
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| The bathtubs in the hallway are here to stay
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| One for every bedroom where the tenants used to bathe
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| The bathtubs in the hallway are in the way
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| I dreamt
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| I dreamt we
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| I dreamt we gave into the pulse
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| I dreamt we gave into the pulse, my pulse, your pulse, pulse, pulse
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| The bathtubs in the hallway are here to stay
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| The bathtubs in the hallway are in the way
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| A dusty organ keeps them company
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| A dusty organ keeps them company
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| One, two, three, four, five, six, seven missing keys
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| Our dusty organs keep us company
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| Holed up with the rookies who turn it up
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| Hallelujah, it’s gonna get much brighter |