| Those L.E.Ds throw their glow to the potholed ground
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| Snap shut as they peer out from a collar
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| He’s wearing your lipstick
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| And drinking from your glass
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| Inside there’s a drill shot
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| And buzz through the bathroom wall
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| Taste it from the telephone hear it in the siren wail
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| Write your name
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| In cellophane strips
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| Across contours of your bloodied mouth
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| See a distraction, Over the black wax
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| Every movement, highlights in yellow
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| See a distraction, Over the black wax
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| Every movement, highlights in yellow
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| From kinky buses to rickets ladders
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| For a thousand foot tunnel and a world underground
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| Step out from your heavy breath crouch
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| Breaking to the point pleased to meet you
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| Take everything she’s got
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| And wrap it in plastic, wrap it in plastic
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| Take everything she’s got
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| And wrap it in plastic, wrap it in plastic
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| Encase it in song and take her fucking back
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| See a distraction over the black wax
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| Every movement, highlights in yellow
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| See a distraction over the black wax
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| Every movement, highlights in yellow
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| I can see a distraction
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| That mounts this paramount task
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| And its said with such sadness
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| That the thrill is sealed in black wax
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| This ride, so far
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| Came and went, here we are
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| When they find you, so far
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| It’ll take a miracle, here we are
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| Here we are, here we are
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| Here we are |