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Midnight Dragon |
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Midnight Dragon staggering far and
wide |
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Side to side |
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End of the wagon ride |
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Cutting it up into hundreds of
thousands |
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Of tiny pieces of green' pieces of
red |
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Pieces of gold |
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Sold for a dollar fifty-nine |
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To the fuzzy handsome couple with
the swollen brains |
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Remains will be sprinkled out the
driver's side window of a speeding El Camino in the left lane |
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Cheers |
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Just kiss it away |
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I fucked it up |
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I spun out |
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Pour the concrete in my mouth |
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Ship me out of here |
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There's a special reserve
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For autistic, Cycloptic psychotic
mystics |
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And runners up in the Special
Olympics |
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Ode to
be oblivious to what you want from me now |
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Copyright 2004 Jay
Wasco |
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