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Incubus A Crow Left Of The Murder

I hear you on the radio You permeate my screen It's unkind but if I met you in a scissor fight I'd cut off both your wings on principle alone On principle

's instinctual Even straight roads meander Every piece contains a map Of, it all, it all On a line indivisible A crow left of the murder Every piece contains a

I've heard this song before A swimmer who has seen a shark I'd really be more wary of the water You came, you saw, you conquered everyone I'm left here

do It bleeds me to believe that you Have never stepped out of the skin you live within And then and if this day occurs Your tongue, the taste will imitate A

the world into a paper bag? The body's state of, "I'm okay, you're not okay" Yes, men too, can be on the rag I'm over my head, I need a pick me up, whoa

to the rule You're a bonafide rarity You're all I ever wanted Southern girl could you want me? You're an exception to the rule You're a bonafide rarity

Take a bow, pack on powder Wash 'em out with buzzing lights Pay an audience to care 'Impress me' personality Still and transfixed, the electric sheep

Even straight roads meander Every piece contains a map of it all! It all! Out of the line (and) indivisible A crow left of the murder Every piece contains a

Even straight roads meander Every piece contains a map of it all! It all! Out of the line (and) indivisible A crow left of the murder Every piece contains a