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Now we’re all caught up in this new idea
We’re using it to measure and it measures us
Pound your head
It’s obvious handkerchiefs are overflown at this point
And matches are wet in our soaking pockets
Nothing to light anyway
Pound your head to see the light
It happened on its own
I refuse to atone
We’re all victims of the gift
Looking for omens and signs
Now we’re all caught up in this new idea
We’re using it to measure and it measures us
Pound your head
And matches are wet in our soaking pockets
Nothing to light anyway
I refuse to atone
We’re all victims of the gift
Looking for omens and signs
Song Info
Submitted by
nouveau_riche On Aug 24, 2002
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