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Swept the floor of dreams Live ones in the cracks Crawling from the woodwork Just to break your mother's back
Hail the future king No surprises left Formula is widely know by chemists And the minds they've blown
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Count 'em 1 in 10 Can't hold on to those threats Not-so-distant cousins Of the nails on which you slept
Amateur contortionist With pyrotechnic skill This is not a mob you rule It's just the family barbecue
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Standing on my head And just in time to see A promise in each pocket And a liar in each sleeve The spoils have been crudely cut In out of balance halves Nothing left to peace or calm That explosions couldn't bring along
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