Lyric
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Song
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Pave the way for the manta ray
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Lyon
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And the Ripped ones never collide
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Loro
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He's gonna go down, and gonna come back again
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Tripoli
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Within a closed system, within a closed system
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Hatenaughts of Melancholy Wall
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Please look it over, everything else is just a distraction
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True North
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Some day I will sail again, to a distant shore, far away
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Boo
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How far will I go to protect my hide
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Hurley
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The drones are near, the drones are near
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Rousseau
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I wanna take the waves, I wanna take the waves
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Montaigne
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Why do I assume these things are bad, bad, burnt down, burnt down
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June
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Inside the hurricane her mind gets blown
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Some Voices
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The simple pleasures nature gave me, then try to tax them all
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Grey Machine
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Anything I say to you is gonna come out wrong anyways
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Concrete Seconds
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I might fall, I might break down, no one can astound you there
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Drawstring
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Push the little baby down the spiral stairs
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Shag
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Never sure to go for we fear the empire
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Byzantine
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She's my little sad eyes, I'm her bluest boy
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Avignon
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He asked the moon to come back to our side
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Versailles
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I'll wake you when the sky is falling, down
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Todo
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When the Earth is mined, the water and the seas have all been wiped
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Off by 50
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Play that song again and go to Hell when you die
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Talby
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Kick it right out of frame, does it matter?
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How We Breathe
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She's posting all hte time, but the boards are down, it's a burnt-out building
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Non-Photo Blue
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Such a long way down, such a big big bad, such a bright white light
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Crutch
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Lives on sand, craves the ocean, two that look, won't see the same thing
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Trainer
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Anyone else would slit from sleevev to shoulder
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Walters
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I saw you, asleep in the car, on the first wave out of a fallen town
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Clemenceau
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There is a message from the company, on your way to the park
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Sediment
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It's good to be sad, sometimes there's no need to hide your doe eyes
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West
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I adjust the time, for you to be here
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Bouquet
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