Lark throated spit through beaks tonight
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These gagging chirps were written in disguise
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What's that sound?
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Caskets floating
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Hey you, did you ever intend to sleep inside my tomb
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And you would you ever attempt to kick from inside this womb
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Hey you, would you ever attempt the excavation of these fossils
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And in case you haven't noticed, we're already dead
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This gravity is a quadriplegic horse and carriage
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This gravity is a quadriplegic horse and carriage
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This gravity is a quadriplegic horse and carriage
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Pendulum swing through tantrum slits
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This scalpel's gaze untamed won't feel romantic
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What's that sound?
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Caskets floating
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In laymen's terms sewn through matrimony
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Hey you, did you ever intend to
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Hey you, did you ever intend to
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Hey you, did you ever intend to
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Hey you, did you ever intend to
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This gravity is a quadriplegic horse and carriage
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This gravity is a quadriplegic horse and carriage
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What's that sound coming?
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What's that sound I hear coming?
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This gravity is a quadriplegic horse and carriage
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Catacombs
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At the Drive-In |