| In the tight room, such a slick maw
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| No one can keep up, spinning it too far
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| But does it feel good?
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| Like the sweetest air
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| To run with fibs, and make them care
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| And it’s a big room, flooded with starry eyes
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| And I could leave with a smile
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| If I could never come back
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| With your lights, leave us alone
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| It’s blinding, leave us alone
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| It’s outline like a mountain, carved out like a thug
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| It’s mouth, a storm, a show, a trap!
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| Calling out to the falling rocks
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| We can make them stop before they get to us
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| Sorry if no one comes around
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| They’ve gone fishing in a mound of forged evidence
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| (I thought I told you to never come back around here
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| I told you to never come back)
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| With your lights, leave us alone
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| It’s blinding, leave us alone
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| It’s mouth a storm, a show, but nothing but a trap
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| «What? |
| Gou’re still here? |
| go away.»
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| With your lights, leave us alone
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| It’s blinding, leave us alone
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| Is this a mirror, water, or distant mirage?
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| I thought I told you to never come, never come, never come back |