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I walk through the buildings of the capital hills, |
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Walk through the sightseeing floor, the escalator was filled with lucky, light shining faces in a glittering mall which spot the label signs on, on the wall |
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A blister infect is crawling out of the roofs, out of the brain soups and holds the white flag against the pain in the amount of business and money instinct lurks the most though and resistant brain |
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I asked every prowler that |
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I met in our loose youth |
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They talk of disaster and band politic mood |
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I'm not alone in the desert of freaks in this town as a long legged lowlive in my gown |
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Drink the electric scum, electric scum, electric scum |
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Let us dive into the crystal ball shine as pantomime |
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This is my tent, almost a design |
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Just the look in oneself can change the bad times |
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Let us dive into the crystal ball shine as pantomime |
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This is my tent, just the look can change these times |
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Drink the electric scum, electric scum, electric scum |
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Let us dive into the crystal ball shine as pantomime |
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This is my tent, almost a design |
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Just the look in oneself can change the bad times |
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Let us dive into the crystal ball shine as pantomime |
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This is my tent, just the look can change these rhymes |
