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Daisy, count to 11
Oh no... not enough pedals to live.
Water sitting in a stomach like lead
hashtag no filter
Gridlock, who's one to talk to(o)
into intoxication
Curtains tinged certain irony,
back to arm wresting for me
Money, money, listen intently to
Every word we ping to the stars
Person, personality for two
so misunderstood
Deep in the kitchen
Steadily crafting a cure
Your pragmatic love
Bends over the moon,
Stretching irrepressible
Our crimson ribcage
Our crimson ribcage
Your pragmatic love
Steadily crafting a cure
Fear
(Rrrrah!) Fear
Where'd you get all this fear?
Who gave you all this fear?
Where'd you get all this fear?
Who gave you all this fear?
(Oh) Fear
Fear
Fear
fear
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