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get up son hit you head like a drum |
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weeds are all grown in vain |
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too much time I got too much time |
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living in a waste of space |
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take yourself don't break yourself |
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its all gonna be ok |
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get used to it don't lose your head |
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its all gonna be the same |
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she knows send a message to her |
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she knows get a message to her |
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kill it dead but don't let it die there's a price sitting on your head |
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face it down don't turn it around |
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unless you wanna be where you been |
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take yourself don't break yourself |
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its all gonna be ok |
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get used to it don't lose your head |
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its all gonna be the same |
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she knows send a massage to her |
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she knows get a massage to her |
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spell out her name in cigarettes and knives tryin to see her |
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get her a massage on a dirty window tryin to see her |
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I've been stripping the days off the sidewark and pavement |
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the walls are all white and we're painting them whiter for the zig zag manline my radio's plastic and I've tasted the fodder of a saccharine ending |
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day job pay phone one in a trillion and the typecast heathen with the future all rancid |
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something to believe |
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something to believe |