Before we were on our way Up the ramp of death I could say that you moved me In many rich directions, good and bad A mall on a weekday The null experience Piece it together It showers you with oceans of the past | | And thereˤs no time to breathe Get back And start avoiding me Or stop avoiding me |
If youˤre minus please listen Donˤt abuse the trust Take all of your engines And concentrate on giving good advice The scars on the raindrops The presence in the pores Of a grapefruit rind Will cause you to regress And fall into a rhythm you canˤt hack | | Until itˤs time to leave Get back And start avoiding me |
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