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Thought i heard you screaming |
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And pulling out your hair |
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Furious and steaming |
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A state upon your stare |
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Don't you know |
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Dirt will find you and |
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Dirt reminds you that |
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Dirt will always be there |
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It's only |
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Dirt around you and |
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Dirt surrounds you and |
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Follows you everywhere |
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Here's a dirty joke, man |
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Filled with filth and smut |
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The heart of it, it sparkles |
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The more it can corrupt |
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Don't you know |
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Dirt can't hurt you |
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I'm truly certain |
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Usually washes out |
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Don't you know |
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Rain will wash out the |
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Stain and all of your |
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Pain will work itself out |
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Work it out |
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'fraid you've lost your innocence |
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To some-odd social scene |
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You're right on top |
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But you've been replaced |
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By a shiny new machine |
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And dirt keeps following you |
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And you don't know what it means |
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You're a little too clean |
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A little too clean |
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A little too clean |
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One day dirt will bury you and |
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You will understand |
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There is nothing much more than the |
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Ground on which you stand |
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Don't you know |
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Dirt will find you and |
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Dirt reminds you that |
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Dirt will always be there |
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It's only |
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Dirt around you and |
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Dirt surrounds you and |
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Follows you everywhere |
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'fraid you've lost your innocence |
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To some-odd social scene |
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You're right on top |
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But you've been replaced |
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By a shiny new machine |
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And dirt keeps following you |
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And you don't know what it means |
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You're a little too clean |
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A little too clean |
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A little too clean |