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nothing adds up unless it was all orchestrated like an equation slow-mo in reverse / no one ever gives what they've got in a hearse carried behind a horse, of course- / never before were these letters lined up like a silly pattern across yo screeen, mu-thuh. . / they cut up my eyes, i see orbs around lights, but not only at nights on the streeets.> / silly patterns in orbs that pierce through my eyes, through my mind, and into my soul in a blink
chorus :
"What would Yoooou THI-IH-INK?"
you again:
nothing adds up like the beers on a bus to the fight,
on a night like tonight!
"ONLY tonight."