| If you like to wallow
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| You should do it on your back
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| See if you can swallow
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| 50 ducks and make em quack
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| The doctor needs your inspiration
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| Patients can’t be staff
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| Yeah we’ve seen this type of indignantion
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| Lyrics make you laugh
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| Ha, ha ha ha, ha
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| Drew my conclusion
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| I lose
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| Got my solution
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| I’m true
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| I can
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| Escape this
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| I fight my body
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| But if I erase it
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| It’s still got copies
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| The spotlit mongrel that just chased me down
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| Has me confused I belong in my madness
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| Sounds feed the simulation
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| Projected down
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| From its heart, with its life, through its center
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| Drew my conclusion
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| I lose
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| Got my solution
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| I’m true
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| Is there a reason
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| I wanna know
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| Who is deceivin'
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| Whose in control
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| This time its for real
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| I’m doing the deal
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| And making all my problems grow for you
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| I’m selfishly setup
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| I live for the get up
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| The outfit I wore was imbued with truth
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| I’m shining for my mirror
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| Reflecting you
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| I can
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| Escape this uhhh
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| I fight my body
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| But if I erase it
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| Incubating copies
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| It speaks with stylish wit
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| Such a smiling prick
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| That preys up the bland
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| Hiding its violence
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| It’s a nihilist
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| That takes you by the hand
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| The spotlit mongrel that just chased me down
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| Has me confused I belong in my madness
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| Sounds feed the simulation
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| Projected down
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| From its heart, with its life, through its center
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| «Shines shakes and laughs
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| After the beams came clouds
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| And then I slept
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| Dreaming of it winking
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| Hideous, strained, watching eye
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| Which strives to convey some message
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| Yet recalls nothing
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| Save that it once had a message
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| To convey"
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| Moon
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| Moon
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| Moon
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| Moon
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| You’ve convinced me to lie
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| Convinced me to live my lie |