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Mgmt Oracular Spectacular

You were a child, crawlin' on your knees toward it. Makin' mama so proud, but your voice was too loud. We like to watch you laughing. You pick the insects

I'm feeling rough, I'm feeling raw, I'm in the prime of my life. Let's make some music, make some money, find some models for wives. I'll move to Paris

I feel your racing heart. My liquid, silver arms extended. These waves aren't far apart. Black gold in clawfoot tarps, unchanging. I am fire; where's

When the world has turned Paralyzed and wrong Cold-blooded claws never offer Anything at all Past the point of love Shattered and untied Waiting to pick

Why'd you cut holes in the face of the moon base? Don't you know about the temperature change In the cold black shadow? Are you mad at your walls Or hoping

: All along the western front people line up to receive she got the current in her hand just shock you like you won't believe sun in the amazon with

: Why'd you cut holes in the face of the moon base? Don't you know about the temperature change In the cold black shadow? Are you mad at your walls Or

: And there were future reflections On the face and the hands On a green colored island On a primitive man It was the future reflected It felt familiar

: I just shook the handshake I just sealed the deal I'll try not to let them Take everything they can steal People always told me Don't forget your roots