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God created both of us |
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And really wanted life right |
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You've been lookin' for a life |
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But you got to get high |
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You can't help but steal from your family and friends |
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Our flames grow ignorant |
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And a means to an end |
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(End, end, end, end) |
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Crackin' up! |
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You rushed right through me |
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You must destroy yourself to get old |
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I've got to get one of these trees |
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Right back to me |
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Well, it must be the chemistry |
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The sexual pace of the human race |
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With dynamite guns and loaded runs |
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Look at me, I'm high on life |
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AHHHH! |
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Crackin up! |
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Crackin up! |
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Crackin up! |
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Well I warned you once, and I warned you twice and the next time |
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I tell you I ain't gonna be so nice! |
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You better listen up and you better listen close. |
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Cuz the world is crackin up just like a broken piece of wood |
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You got your rats in the desert on an empty piece of sand |
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Gonna blow each other up for what's under the sand |
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So you grab a little pipe and it'll take it all away, but the |
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world's still crackin and ain't nothin gonna change! |
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Crackin up! |
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Crackin up! |
