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In the rhythm of this song, |
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Well we drink and ****ing fight when we bring it on |
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Prayer, that some might answered you |
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But your lips are red, girl, they know what to do |
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Powerful grace there's a fight he's so devout |
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There's a waterfall of sewage from his mouth |
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You, children of this dying earth |
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Our possessions and our money have no worth |
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All the gods are driving us in ways |
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We do not understand |
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All the gods are driving us in ways |
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We do not understand |
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Do not understand |
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Calm us of our drug delivery |
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Well we vowed to end our mother's misery |
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Wind that fills the world with bitch's breath |
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You know that it's called the "energy of death" |
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All the gods are driving us in ways |
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We do not understand |
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All the gods are driving us in ways |
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We do not understand |
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All the gods are driving us in ways |
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We do not understand |
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We do not understand |
