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2. | Mutant Reverb |
3. | Church Of The Great I Am |
4. | Cedars-Sinai |
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A relic of the iron curtain; she's power-dressed and Stalinesque.
Our regal bee to drop the axe like an anvil-built Olympiad?
Can I get a fucking witness? My room is veined in Stasi wire.
We pull the wool over her eyes just like Shostakovich with his ninth.
Underneath the radar, can I be detected?
Hidden in the margins, we are not born, we are not.
Underneath the radar, can I be detected?
Around the curfew, we are not born, we are not.
Throwing her head back and laughing, molars crowned in SS gold.
Can I get a witness? This ego in landing, strikes a pose befitting.
Underneath the radar, can I be detected?
Hidden in the margins, we are not born we are not.
We are not born, we are not.
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When the game is over and you're haemorrhaging money.
When you can't continue smashing it in with such aggression.
An encyclopedia of tired excuses to sell, now you know me well.
I'm the foetal sleeper on the next seat of the carriage.
So when are you taking me out for another fancy dinner?
Go ignore all of the signs, find your own personal hell
And you'll know me well, and you'll know me well,
Then you'll know me well... well enough to make a difference,
Well enough to pay a visit, well enough to make all the difference
Keeping an eye on you, I'll be keeping an eye on you.
When the game is over.
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