| All of the time, it’s the same trick, it’s the same damn trick all the time
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| Someone is out there, getting sea sick, and someone rocks the boat
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| In rhythm and time
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| All of the time, even the time you spend shooting blanks at kids in your high
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| Like all of your friends with their blues pills ducking in the hills of the
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| hollywood sign
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| Well fuck your good vibe and your new friends and their new clothes fuck their
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| design
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| Cause everybody wants your body dressed up all of the time
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| Out for the kill the children try
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| Doped up with homicide in mind
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| They go their way
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| Theirs,' the highway
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| Go take the highway but it may take your time
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| All of your time
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| Even the time you spend shooting blanks at kids in your high
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| Like all of your friends, with their bullshit change
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| And they just get nickled and dimed
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| Still on the kill and aiming high
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| Each hoping to camouflage their mines
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| They don’t stop and look you in the spot where your eyes be
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| They just pass by me
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| They just let time click by
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| All of the time
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| It’s the same trick, it’s the same damn trick all the time
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| Someone is out there, getting sea sick and someone rocks the boat
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| In rhythm and time
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| In ritalin time, at the same time, one gets a check and the other gets fined
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| Cause everybody wants your body wrapped up all the time
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| Down on the hill where no mans climbed
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| In gospel mountain tops recline
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| So get your ass off the superhighway, lets take it my way
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| Let the time click by
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| All of the time
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| If it’s the end of time, lets ride
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| Take off your phony disguise and come by
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| Say goodbye |