| The steel shutters rattled
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| Even the rose-colored razor wire shook
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| A jade-colored car emerged onto the street
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| While security kept a lookout
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| For the losers hanging around
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| Who couldn’t make it downtown
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| They wandered over here
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| For their final breakdown
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| Kathy put her legs down, she put the phone down
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| She said, «I wish it was hot and not so hard»
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| She had the power to predict and refuse
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| Her crippling fears she wore around like a crown
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| Just then a choke moved through her gut
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| The way an insect contracts when it gets smashed
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| Hanging out in the parking lot
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| Trying to get it up to break it down
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| With a coat and a haircut
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| The old lady sold speed
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| To the truck drivers passing by
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| Everyone called her Granny Grunt
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| You don’t want to know why
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| You can see it but you won’t believe it
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| You say you understand
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| But you just can’t fake it
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| Now you’re on your knees
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| Begging someone to lead you
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| But you’re just like me
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| Warlock in the gallery of a salt-mine
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| Watching the white-eyed pale foal die
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| Florida in the last phase, the hill where we broke down
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| Pizza and frozen apple pie
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| The apes blow blood into the air
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| With plenty of time to reason
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| He wanted to be king but he could only sing
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| That’s the end of a puppet and his friends
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| With a coat and a haircut
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| The old lady sold speed
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| To the truck drivers passing by
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| Everyone called her Granny Grunt
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| You don’t want to know why
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| You can see it but you won’t believe it
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| You say you understand
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| But you just can’t fake it
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| Now you’re on your knees
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| Begging someone to lead you
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| But you’re just like me
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| And you can’t make it easy, no |