Lyrics: Pixies. Trompe Le Monde. The Sad Punk.

I smell smoke that comes from a gun

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Named extinction
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It was a long time ago, could have happened to anyone
He was struck by a bullet and he melted into fluid

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Extinction
One thousand miles an hour, I'm just like anyone
I want to feel the road of tar beneath the wheel

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And evolving from the sea would no be too much time for me
To walk beside you in the sun
I read something about a son of a gun

Named extinction
Extinction
Extinction