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everybody's here |
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puke stinks like beer |
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this could be a city |
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this could be a graveyard |
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you stole my idea |
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you stole my idea |
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everybody's anxious |
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for the coming of the crisis |
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the collapse of the justice |
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i can smell your armpits |
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you stole my idea |
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you stole my idea |
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you stole my idea! |
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this puke stinks like beer and everybody's here |
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come on, come on, come on |
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let's lay waste to this century |
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come on, come on, come on |
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return to nothing, and help me |
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everybody's anxious |
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the crowd is all around us |
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the followers of Aldous |
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are spinning with their mescaline |
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a man behind the altar screams |
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you stole my idea |
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you stole my idea! |
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on the edge of a kiss, smack on the lips |
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dangled with tongue |
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on the edge of a peace that can't stand low |
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and won't stand tall |
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it's amazing what we can do with love |
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with some matches and gasoline, do with love! |
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it's amazing what we can do with love |