| The sun flies through the sky leaves darkness in it’s wake
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| And now I hear the hellhounds barking at the gate
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| To be honest sometimes I want you to relate
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| This ain’t up for discussion it’s not a topic for debate
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| Entrepeneurs that want to bottle up the hate
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| And slap a label on the glass so hard that it’ll break
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| And if you break it you buy it and we sold it by the case
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| It’s ok if you just try it you can hold it to your face
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| How close can you get without touching it
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| How far removed can you get from the public
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| Can you keep a secret?
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| If not, can you tie a slipknot?
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| Can you stand high up on this brick block?
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| Listen to the clock tick tock and switch gears
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| Are they all dancing now? |
| Are you joining the party?
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| Are just celebrating your life just by destroying your body?
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| It’s a part of your psyche that I want to sightsee
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| I dont need you as a tour guide and I dont want you to like me
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| I was voted least likely
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| That’s it just least likely
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| So pardon me if I seem fiesty
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| Bite my tongue like a bullet take a pull from the peace pipe
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| Push past the low expectations of me each night
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| I leave light in my wake and I moonwalk across the floor
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| Until I hear the sex kittens all purring at the door
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| There’s something outside that we all want
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| But inside there’s an ex who marks a soft spot
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| Till it rots and decays and then no one else cares
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| It’s been 7 8 9 10 11 12 years
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| Now I sell pennies to the well-wishers
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| I fish through the coinslots
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| I fall through a girls bait participate in boycotts
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| I demonstrate a demon’s trade
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| With a face void of thoughts
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| If that don’t launch a thousand ships
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| Than that’s a helen of troy’s loss
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| There’s nothing in this horse
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| It’s hollow it’s empty it’s entry will not be forced
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| Like an eyesocket stripped clean of tears
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| It’s been 13 14 15 16 years |