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    bent at the knee, a last resort
    backfired and made things worse
    once on the bus, it was quite possible
    you'd be the jailhouse queen
    jury and judge were screaming to hang
    you spat the sweat from brow
    he shrugged his shoulders, nothing would work
    it had to end right now...

    I can't drive straight counting your fake frowns

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    focusing in; details a must
    trying to make each one count
    all on your fingers stopping at ten
    magistrate's keyed in how
    the jury and judge were screaming to hang
    you spat the sweat from brow
    he shrugged his shoulders; nothing would work
    it had to end right now...

    we can't keep you interest now
    increasing pixels and sound

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    Composition: Ben Gibbard and Christopher Walla

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