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cold |
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you know the yolk it's spreading from |
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you laugh as people scatter 'bout |
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surrounded by a veil of stars |
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you realize your life is dark |
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earth gets colder every day |
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if scientists could have their way |
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they'd study us from far away |
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and watch as people's minds decay |
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cold |
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your body's in the hands of fools |
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with swimming pools and low iq's |
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there's nothing to see, nothing to do |
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buy your stocks and sell your jewels |
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bill collectors stole my mail |
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my wife and kids are all for sale |
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i hope to god i go to jail |
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and no one can come up with bail |
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cold life |
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i can't control my buried thoughts |
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the slightest thing makes me distraught |
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i'm like the people i once fought |
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my every action's being bought |
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robot trainers earn their pay |
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as mutant kids go out to play |
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it's such a pretty pretty day |
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with orange nights and days of grey |
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cold |
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i've now become a nervous wreck |
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i'm getting closer to my death |
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i keep expecting my last breath |
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as all my friends just laugh and jest |
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the earth is such a filthy place |
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and human such an awful race |
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and i'd rather live in outer space |
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where death goes at a slower pace |
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cold life |
