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Some say the end is near
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Some say we'll see Armageddon soon
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I certainly hope we will
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I sure could use a vacation from this
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Bullshit three ring circus sideshow of
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Freaks
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Here in this hopeless fucking hole we call L.A.
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The only way to fix it is to flush it all away
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Any fucking time. Any fucking day
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Learn to swim, see you down in Arizona Bay
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Fret for your figure and
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Fret for your latte and
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Fret for your lawsuit and
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Fret for your hairpiece and
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Fret for your Prozac and
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Fret for your pilot and
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Fret for your contract and
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Fret for your car
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It's a
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Bullshit three ring circus sideshow of
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Freaks
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Here in this hopeless fucking hole we call L.A.
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The only way to fix it is to flush it all away
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Any fucking time. Any fucking day
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Learn to swim, see you down in Arizona Bay
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Some say a comet will fall from the sky
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Followed by meteor showers and tidal waves
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Followed by fault lines that cannot sit still
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Followed by millions of dumbfounded dipshits
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And some say the end is near
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Some say we'll see Armageddon soon
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I certainly hope we will
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I sure could use a vacation from this
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Stupid shit, silly shit, stupid shit
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One great big festering neon distraction,
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I've a suggestion to keep you all occupied
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Learn to swim, learn to swim, learn to swim
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Mom's gonna fix it all soon
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Mom's comin' 'round to put it back the way it ought to be
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Learn to swim
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Fuck L. Ron Hubbard and
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Fuck all his clones
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Fuck all those gun-toting
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Hip gangster wannabes
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Learn to swim
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Fuck retro anything
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Fuck your tattoos
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Fuck all you junkies and
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Fuck your short memory
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Learn to swim
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Fuck smiley glad-hands
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With hidden agendas
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Fuck these dysfunctional,
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Insecure actresses
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Learn to swim
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'Cause I'm praying for rain
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And I'm praying for tidal waves
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I wanna see the ground give way
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I wanna watch it all go down
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Mom, please flush it all away
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I wanna see it go right in and down
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I wanna watch it go right in
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Watch you flush it all away
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Time to bring it down again
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Don't just call me pessimist
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Try and read between the lines
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I can't imagine why you wouldn't
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Welcome any change, my friend
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I wanna see it come down,
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Burn it down
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Suck it down
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Flush it down
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___________
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Name Ænema
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Artist Tool
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Album Ænima
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Original text by Daniel Carey (P/K/A "TOOL"),
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J. Chancellor, Adam Thomas Jones,
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James Herbert Keenan
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Copyright EMI Music Publishing
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