| Fly past the cordial glance
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| Free from the same sleep routine
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| You were stranded all to glow
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| Tease the pattern an inch before
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| Splinter the entrance, collapse
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| Forever deflate this satchel, digging out
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| In order to keep this form
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| Now we imitate your grandeur
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| Killing stride
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| In effort to keep your conscience weighted
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| Candor of the passions
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| Reveal the answers in our mind
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| Under the neon light
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| Between the movements
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| We’re on the outside looking in
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| And that is all you’re worth
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| You’re worth
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| Different from what you want
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| Lured by the stained glass routine
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| You were handed all my time
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| Lick the granite, lazy eye
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| Deflect the entrance, connect
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| I wouldn’t commit your arriving
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| Shallow wind
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| In order to keep you sane
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| Now we imitate your garden
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| Pitchfork smile
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| In effort to keep your conscience weighted
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| Now all of your tremors slingshot emotion
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| Push it off, can’t get away, disseminate
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| Now elect your dermal, skin is resistant
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| Fake it all, can’t get away, disseminate
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| Your blood pressure licks so that you’re dead
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| Your blood pressure, blood pressure
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| Candor of the passions
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| Reveal the answers in our mind
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| Under the neon light
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| Between the movements
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| We’re on the outside looking in
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| And that is all you’re worth
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| Under the neon light
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| And that is all you’re worth
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| You’re worth |