| My brother’s at the store
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| A genius when he’s bored
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| He contemplates his consciousness
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| He feels his hands they sweat
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| He can’t connect it yet
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| He pools all his resources
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| And he calls out the insects he commands
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| And the waterbugs attack the policeman
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| My brother’s at the morgue
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| He gets up off the floor
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| He contemplates his escape
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| But a guard waits at the door
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| He feels his powers soar
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| He pools all his resources
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| And he calls out the insects he commands
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| And the waterbugs attack the policeman
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| He tries to make it home
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| He stops to use the phone
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| He can’t remember where the house is
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| But a cop waits at his car
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| And he needs his meds once more
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| He pools all his resources |