They want trash
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They want you batting a lash
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I'll eat styes from elephants' eyes
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They're in touch
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With their inner crutch
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They wont stab but they'll grab
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And that's just like the other
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We get nerves
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And we drown it in booze
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We take lives from elephants' eyes
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They're in bed
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With their cutting lead
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It wont stop if you shop
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With the lovers of bloodshed
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I went to school, and saw slides
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Of where I'm meant to be
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Where I'm meant to be
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We read time
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Like a kid eating limes
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We're in town when bees are let out
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We get laughs
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Through an osmotic patch
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We're attached to the past
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'Cause our future's a bleak one
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I went to school and saw slides
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Of where I'm meant to be
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I'm meant to be
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Eating Styes From Elephants' Eyes
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The Shins |