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We were diggin', we found Rascal Figgits,
With his hand upon the spigot, trying to siphon all the gasses from
Our emergency systems
We were b*** in', all talking about Rascal Figgits
How he demobilized the entire business in a matter of
Too hot New York minutes
Now I can't tell if
(All is well)
All is well
Will we sink or sail
Should we join those whales?
Are we doomed to fail
(On the broken trail)
'Cause we're so deathly pale
And behind the veil
The road to our mind's a broken trail
Dispense, with the pleasantries, I can't believe in anything
Defense, built of obscenities grants me relief from everything
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