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Bear vs Shark
CATAMARAN
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CATAMARAN,
Bear vs Shark
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Got your bones spread out on the dance floor
Chomping bits on your way to the supermarket
Well respected, well received, the piano and the luggage
Own the reason that we all are faking it
Scene two got an itchy feeling pets are trapped in
Give the voice a document to photograph those still life images
You cant make me talk, fire couldnt make me talk, is any,
is any, is any...
You cant make me talk, fire couldnt make me talk
They came in, they came in, through the window...
I waited around for this clock for these dirty words
Take hold of my tongue when you're pressing it down
Against the floor of my mouth theres
a pulse in every drop of history
Space is allotted for the questioner
At small things, the smallest things that could ever be stolen
Briefcases hold a piece of this a broken arm, a ratchet hand
Move right to the bushes with a light bulb overhead
You cant make me talk, fire couldnt make me talk, is any
is any, is any...
You cant make me talk, fire couldnt make me talk
They came in, they came in, through the window...
Bury your knife, bury your knife...
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Got your bones spread out on the dance floor Chomping bits on your way to the supermarket Well respected, well received, the piano and the luggage Own the reason that we all are faking it Scene two got an itchy feeling pets are trapped in Give the voice a document to photograph those still life images You cant make me talk, fire couldnt make me talk, is any, is any, is any... You cant make me talk, fire couldnt make me talk They came in, they came in, through the window... I waited around for this clock for these dirty words Take hold of my tongue when you're pressing it down Against the floor of my mouth theres a pulse in every drop of history Space is allotted for the questioner At small things, the smallest things that could ever be stolen Briefcases hold a piece of this a broken arm, a ratchet hand Move right to the bushes with a light bulb overhead You cant make me talk, fire couldnt make me talk, is any is any, is any... You cant make me talk, fire couldnt make me talk They came in, they came in, through the window... Bury your knife, bury your knife...
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