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Signals get mixed up we're broadcasting ******** I'll shout 'til my mouth's dry you'll spit like a dragon the summers all static, now-- I'll wait for the season to switch over channels for less interference. On mute. Bracing our brains for primetime quakes **** off a day trapped in escapes The fate of the union, the sake of my habits, Estate of illusions auctioned off from your pulpit I'll shovel the static 'til the street's within reaching. Now follow new channels with buzzing devotion switched off.
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Aug 10, 2013
Aug 10, 2013 at 2:40 PM UTC
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Signals get mixed up we're broadcasting ******** I'll shout 'til my mouth's dry you'll spit like a dragon the summers all static, now-- I'll wait for the season to switch over channels for less interference. On mute. Bracing our brains for primetime quakes **** off a day trapped in escapes The fate of the union, the sake of my habits, Estate of illusions auctioned off from your pulpit I'll shovel the static 'til the street's within reaching. Now follow new channels with buzzing devotion switched off.
kyle-kulseth
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Aug 10, 2013
Aug 10, 2013 at 2:40 PM UTC
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