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− | ==Lyrics==
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− | My pilot light has flickered out
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− | You've knocked me off the hook
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− | The person you are trying to reach is no longer here
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− | I'm not really tall, dark and handsome
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− | I just look that way
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− | I'm a canvas that bleeds
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− | And I'm painted with fingers
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− | Childish pictures
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− | Of me that still linger
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− | Bury your wasted into the moon
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− | Hoping that it sinks to the earth soon
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− | Bury
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− | Your wasted
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− | Into the moon
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− | I hope that it sinks into the earth soon
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− | My pilot light has flickered out
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− | You've knocked me off the hook
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− | The person you are trying to reach is no longer here
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− | I'm a canvas that bleeds and I'm painted with fingers
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− | Childish pictures of You that still linger
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− | I am a VCR,
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− | A funeral of dead-memory waste
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− | I'm a VCR,
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− | A funeral of dead-memory waste
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− | You can see it on my face
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− | I'm a VCR funeral
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− | Of dead-memory waste
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− | You can see it on my face
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− | My smile is a chainlink fence
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− | I dare not
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− | Frown
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− | For fear of what comes out
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− | My smile is a chainlink fence
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− | I dare not frown for fear of what comes out
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− | Sing a song, kitty
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− | Sing it
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− | Sing it, kitty
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− | Sing it
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− | Some people don't think that Lily is smart enough to understand what I'm thinking,
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− | But I know if she could, she would kill everybody that I hate,
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− | 'cause she loves me,
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− | 'cause I took care of her since she was a little baby
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− | I am a VCR funeral of dead-memory waste
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− | You can see it in my face
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− | This drink crawls down the oesophagus staircase
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− | Into my bowels of hell
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− | Naked like clown faces
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− | All smeared clean
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− | Naked like clown faces
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− | All smeared clean in the spotlight
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− | Naked like clown faces
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− | All smeared clean in the spotlight
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− | I am a VCR funeral of dead-memory waste, you can see it now on my face
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− | Dead-memory waste
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− | Kill me, kill everyone,
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− | You can let them all die
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− | The only thing in this world that does not die is money
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− | You can kill me, you can kill them,
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− | We can let everyone die, the only thing in this world that does not die is money
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− | You can kill me,
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− | You can kill them,
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− | You can let everyone die
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− | The only thing that is immortal in this world is money
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− | You can kill me,
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− | You can kill them,
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− | You can let everything die
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− | The only thing immortal in this world is money
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− | The only thing immoral in this world is money
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− | The only thing...
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− | oral in this world is money
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− | The only thing...
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− | In this...
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− | Is money
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− | The only thing...
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− | Is...
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− | Me.
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− | The me
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− | Thee
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− | (ah)
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− | The only thing immortal in this world is money
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− | The person you are trying to reach is no longer here
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− | You have knocked me off the hook(2x)
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− | You are afraid that you are no equal while you are spending my money(2x)
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− | You can kill me, you can kill them,
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− | You can let everyone die
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− | The only thing immortal in this world is money
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− | Why would I want to be equal with anyone?
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− | You think you're not equal while you're spending my money
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− | Why would I want to be equal with anyone?(2x)
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− | To be equal you have to add or subtract
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− | and I have never liked math(2x)
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− | You are recognizable as just another part in a vast machine(2x)
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− | The only thing immortal in this world
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− | Is money
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− | The only thing original in this world is the way we destroy things
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− | Everything has already been created so we can only dream of new ways of destroying them
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− | Everything has already been created
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− | So we can only think of new ways of destroying them
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− | Stop rehearsing alcohol and start performing narcotics(3x)
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− | Do you think that animals believe in god?(3x)
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− | To be equal
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− | You must add or subtract
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− | People who want to be equal
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− | Have lives that are filled with subtraction
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− | And additions
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− | To be equal
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− | You must add or subtract
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− | People who want to be equal's lives
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− | Are filled with
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− | Subtractions
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− | And auditions
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− | We will call you back and tell you
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− | Don't call us, we'll call you
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− | Don't call us, we'll call you
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− | Do animals believe in god?(4x)
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− | Stop rehearsing alcohol and start performing narcotics
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− | This is a caucasian
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− | Occasion
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− | This is a caucasian occasion
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− | Could someone please autograph
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− | The frontal lobe?
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− | Could someone please autograph the frontal lobe?
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− | The insurance
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− | Will not cover this
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− | Could someone please
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− | Autograph
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− | The frontal lobe?
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− | The insurance will not cover this
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− | Could someone please autograph the frontal lobe the insurance will not cover this?
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− | The young
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− | Are too senile
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− | The young are too senile(5x)
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− | The young aretoosenile
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− | The young are
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− | Senile
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− | The young are too senile
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− | The young sieg heil
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− | The young sieg heil
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− | The young are too senile
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− | The young sieg heil
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− | Do animals believe in god?(3x)
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− | I'm a kickstand in your mouth(4x)
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− | The insurance won't cover this(2x)
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− | You can run as fast as you want, but you can never outrun your clich(3x)
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− | The young are senile
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− | The young are senile
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− | Have I outgrown my spotlight?(3x)
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− | My pupils are not students,
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− | They dilate but they never learn(4x)
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− | Each time we roll up the dollar bill, we suffocate the president
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− | Each time we roll up a dolor bill, we suffocate the president
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− | Each time we roll up the dollar bill, we're suffocating the president
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− | Each time we roll up the dolor bill, we suffocate the president
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− | Just say now:
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− | Would you suck America's tits?
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− | I want you to just say now:
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− | Would you suck America's tits?(3x)
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− | I want downloadable suicide
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− | I want downloadable suicide
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− | I want
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− | downloadable suicide
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− | I want
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− | down-loadable
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− | Sui-cide
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− | I want downloadable suicide
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− | I want everything when I want it and I want it now
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− | I want everything when I want it and I want it now
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− | I want everything before I want it then I already wanted it
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− | so I don't want it anymore
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− | I want everything I want and I want it now
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− | I want everything before I want it, so I don't want it anymore
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− | I want downloadable suicide
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− | I want a newer version
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− | I want downloadable suicide
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− | I want a newer version
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− | I want downloadable suicide
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− | Version I don't
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− | No
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− | Version I don't point, know
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− | Version I don't point,
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− | No!
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− | Version I point...
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− | The gun...
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− | At me
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− | oh.
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− | oh.
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− | Version I don't
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− | no
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− | Version I point the gun at me
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− | Point
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− | Oh
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− | oh
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− | oh
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− | oh.oh...I want downloadable suicide
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− | If I sneeze, will anyone bless me?(3x)
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− | Stop rehearsing alcohol and start performing narcotics
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− | I keep watering a dead flower
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− | Keep watering a dead flower(6x)
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− | Everything I make
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− | Is a piece
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− | Of plant
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− | And someday
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− | It could have been a flower
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− | And the things that are flowers
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− | Are dead,
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− | So I keep watering a dead flower
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− | Keep watering a dead flower
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− | There's not enough of me to make a bouquet
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− | There's not enough of me to make a bouquet
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− | Stop watering the dead flower
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− | Stop watering a dead flower
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− | Stop watering the dead flower
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− | I have no balance
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− | I am like snow
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− | and I melt away
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− | I have no balance
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− | And I am like snow
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− | and I melt away
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− | I have no balance
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− | I am like snow
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− | And I
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− | Melt
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− | Away
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− | As you are listening
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− | I want you to know
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− | That you are nothing
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− | But a screen
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− | That I will project
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− | My images
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− | Of sorrow
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− | Pain
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− | And sex upon
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− | Although there is no difference
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− | Between the three
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− | As you are listening
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− | I want you to know
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− | That you are nothing but a screen
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− | That I will project my images
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− | Of sorrow
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− | Pain
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− | And sex
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− | Upon
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− | Although there is no difference
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− | Between the three
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− | As you're listening
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− | I want you to know
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− | That you are only a screen
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− | That I project
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− | My images
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− | Of sorrow
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− | Pain
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− | And suffering
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− | And sex
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− | Upon
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− | Although there is no difference
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− | Between
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− | The three
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− | And the one
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− | As you are listening, I want you to know, that you're nothing but a screen that I project my images of suffering,sorrow,pain,sex in the brief glimmer of happiness I find in the misery of those who are sitting in the theater of which this screen exists.
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− | I want you to know as you are listening
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− | That you are nothing but a screen
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− | That I project my images
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− | Of sorrow
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− | Pain
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− | Suffering
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− | Sex
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− | In the brief glimpse
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− | Of happiness
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− | I get
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− | From the misery
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− | Of those who sit
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− | In the theater
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− | That this
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− | Screen
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− | Exists
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− | Will feel
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− | While they listen
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− | The brief glimpse
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− | Of happiness that I feel
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− | As those who sit
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− | In the theater
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− | That this screen exists
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− | Will feel
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− | As they listen
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− | This isn't about music
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− | This is about the difference between you and me(5x)
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− | I am
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− | The birthday cake
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− | That we light up
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− | Blow out
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− | Cut apart
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− | And forget
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− | I am
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− | A birthday cake
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− | That you light up
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− | Blow out
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− | Cut apart
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− | And forget
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− | I am a birthday cake
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− | That you light up
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− | Blow out
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− | Cut apart
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− | Devour
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− | And forget
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− | I am
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− | A birthday cake
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− | That you light up
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− | Blow out
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− | Cut apart
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− | Devour
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− | And forget
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− | And I'm just like a holiday, because I make everyone in the family cry(3x)
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− | Love your enemy, because love is the enemy(4x)
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− | Your "sell-by date" has expired(4x)
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− | Our commercials should be faster, because we are all just slow guns
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− | Waiting to have our triggers pulled(3x)
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− | The commercials should be faster, because we are all just
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− | Slow.
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− | Guns.
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− | Waiting to have our triggers pulled
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− | The commercials should be faster, because we are all just
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− | Slogans
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− | Waiting to have our Triggers pulled
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− | Don't bother trying to save the brain forest(3x)
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− | My pain is not ashamed to repeat itself(4x)
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− | The aspiration
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− | To save the world
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− | Is a morbid phenomenon
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− | Of today's youth(3x)
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− | Each time someone believes what I say, I become a lie(4x)
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− | We have reached the end of history
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− | The only thing left is cosmetic changes
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− | We have reached the end of history
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− | The only thing that's left is cosmetic changes
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| ==Cover gallery== | | ==Cover gallery== |