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Still know exactly where to go |
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still know exactly what is home |
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dont dance like monkey clap no hands |
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and clap no feet to no stagnant beat |
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still know exactly where to go |
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still trying to break the metronome |
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sometimes i here the beat so loud |
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i can hardly think without the metronome |
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to keep the mind in time metronome |
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to keep the kid in line only thing we should |
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be trying is to find a way to break away |
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so another one fell to the great prozac nation |
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a couple little pills kiss goodbye to feeling ill and aggression |
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redundant phrases said and said by a bunch of smiling heads |
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in the land of the undead i got a question about these actions |
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planning for the future crunching numbers on computers |
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let me ask you. in a healthy life with triggered laughing |
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if everyones unhappy whys the metronome still clapping |
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so another one dead what a great misfortune |
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blew off his fuckin head must have ran out of the meds |
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prescribed him drugs and tv alibis parents wonder why |
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as they shake their heads in time i got a question |
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about these actions planning for the future crunching numbers |
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on computers let me ask you in a healthy life with triggered laughing |
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if everyones unhappy whys the metronome still clapping |
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metronome |