Congratulations on the mess you made of things;
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On trying to reconstruct the air and all that brings.
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And oxidation is the compromise you own
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But this is beginning to feel like the dog wants her bones saved
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You force your fire then you falsify your deeds
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Your methods dot the disconnect from all your creeds
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And fortune strives to fill the vacuum that it feeds
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But this is beginning to feel like the dog's lost her lead
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This is beginning to feel like the long winded blues of the never
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This is beginning to feel like it's curling up slowly and finding a throat to choke
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This is beginning to feel like the long winded blues of the never
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Barely controlled locomotive consuming the picture and blowing the crows, the smoke
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This is beginning to feel like the long winded blues of the never
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Static eplosion devoted to crushing the broken and shoving their souls to ghost
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Eternalised. Objectified.
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You set your sights so high.
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But this is beginning to feel like
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the bolt busted loose from the lever
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Never you mind
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Death professor
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Your structure's fine
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My dust is better
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Your victim flies so high
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All to catch a bird's eye view of who's next
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Never you mind
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Death professor.
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Love is life,
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My love is better.
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Eyes could be the diamonds
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Confused with who's next
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Never you mind
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Death professor.
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Your shocks are fine,
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My struts are better.
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Your fiction flies so high,
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Y'all could use a doctor
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Who's sick, who's next?
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Never you mind
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Death professor.
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Electrified, my love is better
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It's crystallized, so am I.
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All could be the diamond
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Fused with who's next
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This is beginning to feel like the dawn of the luz of forever
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This is beginning to feel like the dawn of the luz of forever
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This is beginning to feel like the dawn of the luz of forever
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This is beginning to feel like the dawn of the luz of forever
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DLZ
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TV On The Radio |