| Coming apart, and coming away
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| Some mistakes were made then, and some were made today
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| The union didn’t stand together, and the reunion choked
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| Slick fingers were pink and smooth, but his were all broke
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| One, three, four, don’t try too hard
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| One, three, four, don’t try too hard
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| First they said he had a lifetime guarantee
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| No one could take it but no one transmission lies under the poison eye
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| Like an avalanche of sound bound mules
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| Their guts sewn up with dissolving rubber bands
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| And this is how it stands
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| What were once suspicions now confirmed
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| But the smoke rose up and he couldn’t mark the place
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| He has to feel he’s closing in on something
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| But then the body overtakes the face
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| Mary Jane the pain couldn’t stand in her new high heels
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| Coconut milk pimp got cut, no he knows how it feels
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| One, three, four, don’t try too hard
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| One, three, four, don’t try too hard
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| Throwin' stuff off of the overpass
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| He spotted a fruit truck’s tarp being set up for him to make the drop
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| Traded his quarters for a spanish orange
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| Caught a ride on a liquid nitrogen truck that stopped
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| Can’t stay around to nail it down
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| 'Til a switch gets thrown in the atmosphere of the nested echo branch that
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| Can’t be done
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| 'Til they can shine it on
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| Hard you hit the question, fast it reappears
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| Put up and shut it up cheap its only skin
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| Tryin' hard, tryin' stupid
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| But you’d never discover what kind of jam you’re in |