she once upset every earthquake from here to l.a.
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high above the ocean when you'll surface for breath
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but she can't swim
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she can break and she can bend
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and we never saw her again
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'cause she fucked with nature
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she comes in dreams
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she can terrorize the infrastructure
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sewing the seams
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like some dearly departed miracle worker
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very good
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excellent
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she once had a boy who loved her in every way
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he told his friends he scored and she beat him to death
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she said, don't trust a worthless stranger
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unashamed of what he's done
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i'll learn the secret handshake
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when all the decoding's done
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he couldn't live in the tired shape he's in
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and he never loved again
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he came back to haunt her
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now he comes in dreams
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he can terrorize and spook and torture
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apart at the seams
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like some dearly departed miracle worker
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Miracleworker
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