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an open mind imagination knows no boundsthink it out in cheap and twisted timesdouble trouble, you're raisin the flag againcareful give that crywhat matters now, is not who'll take the blamestation to directionless is full of the gamerrright now, oh where do we begin, when all roads lead to sin?there's a neck wrenchin like a spaceat the cutting facewhen you crawl so low that you can't get backyou take a gamble, you figure every angleyou've gotta top tip bop- you find yourself a tight fitthere's a neck wrenchin like a spaceat the cutting facewhen you crawl so low that you've gotta get backit's more techno splatter wake a few fools
I'll go out tonight and maybe break a few rulesthere's a neck wrenchin like a spacemayhem ninjas, guns and gore
I'll go out tonight and maybe score a bit morea crabby tuesday, I call it every blues..techno splatter wake a few foolss
<improv....>can't get next to you
I just wanna hold youhavin-it-havin-it......I'm not having it
No Way
None of It
Not At Allthere's a neck wrenchin like a spaceat the cutting facewhen the light at the end of the tunnel is an oncoming train..
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