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Hey I'm blazing on a twisted rail
Oh I'm following a white bread trail
Back where we used to dream
In a drained pool in pasadena
Drinking malt liquor in the deepend
Dream fist throwing punches in slow mo
Trying to get at the black dog
Back to back in a cold pose
We seem fine but we're not
Run we crack the branches underfoot
No thing to say it's understood
Back where we used to dream
In a drained pool in pasadena
Drinking malt liquor in the deepend
Dream fist throwing punches in slow mo
Trying to get at the black dog
Back to back in a cold pose
We seem fine but we're not
Dream fist throwing punches in slow mo
Trying to get at the black dog
Back to back in a cold pose
We seem fine but we're
Dream fist throwing punches in slow mo
Trying to get at the black dog
Back to back in a cold pose
We seem fine but we're not
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