| I’ll pay no mind to the scorpion
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| Perched and poised on my shoulder
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| I’m not the kind to heed a warning
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| And as I’m gazing into you
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| I think you’re fearless too
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| The door is wide to let the storm in
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| But you don’t flinch when it gets colder
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| And in this chill something is forming
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| We feel the shiver of the wind
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| And when we hear the rain begin
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| Reality is shaking
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| Reality is wringing its hands
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| Cause we’ve run beyond its radius
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| Reality’s afraid of us
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| Watch 'em now
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| Reality will cave to demands
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| Darling, we are dangerous
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| Reality’s afraid of us
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| And you shall have all that you need
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| A cave with every sort of seed
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| We lost track of all our damage
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| So what’s another sting or body frozen
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| When every scar is our advantage?
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| And if we’ve already died
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| What’s the turning of a tide? |
| Nothing
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| I’ll say it plain as I can manage
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| Nothing’s planned; |
| nothing’s chosen
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| We simply took our names and vanished
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| Now we happen through our eye
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| Count to one and say goodbye
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| Reality is shaking
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| Reality is wringing its hands
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| Cause we’ve run beyond its radius
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| Reality’s afraid of us
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| Watch 'em now
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| Reality will cave to demands
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| Darling, we are dangerous
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| Reality’s afraid of us
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| And it’s breaking
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| Retreats and disbands
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| Nothing more than clay to us
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| Reality’s afraid of us
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| Watch it go
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| Giving up the ghost of a chance
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| Darling, we are dangerous
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| Reality’s afraid of us |