| Your eyes tonight are little pins
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| Looking for a friend
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| And tell a story locked inside of you
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| Your lips provide a different spin
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| One to be believed
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| If we were strangers on an avenue
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| You’re running riot in the still
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| Choking on your high class pill
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| Staggering through the gristmill cuz you’re
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| Trying to medicate your only spark
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| Look out for the wind
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| And the breakers in the dark
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| You laugh about the prickly things
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| Popping your balloons
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| And take time for the silly games that make you whole
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| You say them’s th breaks and them’s the ruls
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| Part of the suspense
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| When you’re just a button on a remote control
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| You’re standing tall but walking death
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| Stronger than a horse’s breath
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| Nothing but the best I tell ya
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| Crying makes you fodder for the sharks
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| Look out for the fins
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| And the breakers in the dark
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| Chewing on your wire cage
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| It’s a pity someone that your age
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| Ain’t nothing but a rager
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| Who got left behind when Noah closed the ark
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| Look out for the bends
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| And the breakers in the dark |