| Chipper, I’ll put you in one
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| Nurse please, this is serious
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| Smooth jazz is tough to calibrate
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| Oh that’s interesting
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| Damn it don’t speak when I’m talking
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| Decay soothes poverty, keeps us rich
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| Righteous lighting reels around us
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| We could share in every abscess
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| Barbaric bliss, I’m a broken man
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| I want to be normal, for you
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| But I can’t
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| Ignorance just short of brash
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| Paralyzing angelic grace
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| This infected face must be heaven
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| Small talks, grand mutilations
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| Scheduling carnal consultations
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| Oh please, mention the weather, I dare you
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| Righteous lighting reels around us
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| We could share in every abscess
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| Barbaric bliss, I’m a broken man
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| I want to be normal, for you
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| But I can’t
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| I’m gonna hurt your feelings, under bright lights
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| Blood mist dances, above your pinball eyes
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| Hit the gas, let’s get gone
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| Oh rot, come on
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| Righteous lighting reels around us
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| We could share in every abscess
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| Barbaric bliss, I’m a broken man
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| I want to be normal, for you
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| But I can’t |