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It's the fire jumping over the 405
It's the synagogue where no one got out alive
It's the paranoid high and a head like a hive
It's a poke in the eye, it's the bruise on your thigh
It's a hole like they're leaving and little white lies
We've been unkind
Got a storm of troub.
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