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Oh no, pop is dead, long live pop |
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It died an ugly death by back-catalogue |
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And now you know it gets you nowhere |
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And now you know, you realize |
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Oh no, pop is dead, it just gave up |
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We raised the dead but they won't stand up |
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And radio has salmonella |
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And now you know you're gonna die |
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He left this message for us |
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So what pop is dead, it's no great loss |
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So many facelifts, his face flew off |
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The emperor really has no clothes on |
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And his skin is peeling off |
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Oh no, pop is dead, long live pop, |
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One final line of coke to jerk him off |
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Jerk him off |
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He left this message for us |
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He left this message for us |
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He's dead, He's dead, Pop is dead |
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He's dead, He's dead, Pop is dead |
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He's dead, He's dead, Pop is dead |
