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Write down the horror that gave you such joy
And if it's over you can ask Loverboy
And if it isn't you can tell Sugar Ray
And if you have to ask Psychology Today
Dismembered body getting better or worse
A sense of purpose or to finish a verse
I shed the costume but what's underneath
The non-negotiables for rebuildin' me
Because it's over
Halloween Is Over, oh no...
Complications call for quiet and calm
You need a doctor who is always on call
Respiratory deficiency
Crohn's disease or head injury
Agitation or anxiety
Or a fever over 38C
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K1-0829 in E flat major
02:52
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K1-0815 in D flat major
04:18
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instrumental
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Inattention memory Other capability
In a field of therapy In a psycho specialty
In selecting applicants Who are dreaming with no pants
And the engineers to defeat their fears in designing components
You may think biology versus physiology
Versus cognitive as a way to live is a disability
If rejected from the self If its roots reach down to hell
Pump the water from the well Tend the fireplace myself
When a doctor who is dead has an interest in your head
Is a peak recidivist and a cheap psychologist
When a doctor who is dead has an interest in your head
Be he Laissez Faire, Helicopter Care, or It Takes A Villagist
When you think that you know this Rearranging prejudice
Rearranging prejudice When you think that you know this
If you wish philosophy An attempt to think clearly
In the universe like cats and dogs running through a library
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K1-0820 in C major
02:25
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instrumental
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When the police are fried and they've got laser-eyed
Come hell or high water we'll be raging tonight
Are we making tonight Are we faking tonight
Come hell or high water we'll be raging tonight
Well my mama didn't raise no bomber
But my nana bought me body armor
Now I need another benefactor
If I wanna stay a crisis actor
Are we making tonight Are we taking tonight
Come hell or high water we'll be raging tonight
It's a larper's delight It's a juvenile fight
Come hell or high water we'll be raging tonight
When I'm left up to my own devices On a night nobody supervises
When my friend hands out pacifiers Round by the burning tires
I hope it's just a verbal warning Or electronic monitoring
Or a placement that's not too boring For my weekend civil warring
I'm a bike helmet gladiator Only need an aggravating factor
Well my mama didn't raise no bomber
But my nana bought me body armor
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K1-0825 in E minor
02:16
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instrumental
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