There's a mark on my back
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from my last heart attack
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A whiskeymouthbottleneckcardstack
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There's a source, of course,
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she says: It's whispering at night
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like air leaks from a tire
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the truth outruns your lies (life)
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If you jump track, thinkin' it's over
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Remember?
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Sooner or later it's over your shoulder
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I've got a bigmechanicmouth
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it resonates with sound
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A forkedmetallictongue
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it's green with what it's found
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Spin my head around
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for a different view
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You can't look straight ahead
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to see what's in front of you
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If you jump track, thinkin' it's over
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Remember?
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Sooner or later it's over your shoulder
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Over Your Shoulder
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| Seven Mary Three |
