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Disarray (S. Kallaugher) |
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This room looks like a combat zone the sheets are ripped and torn Im lying up on the bookcase, baby youre someplace on the floor you lost me with that one last lunge CHORUS: You wrapped me up in cellophane you shattered all my synapses CHORUS Shadoobi was supposed to be writing for the Army about how to inspect and repair TOW missiles when his mind started wandering to what hed rather be doing. |
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