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All good things must come to an end |
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The pages turn, the books still burn |
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Can't stop the bomb, can't avoid the descent |
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They all want to go and that's all we know |
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So throw me out of the ****ing picture |
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So sorry about you and your single-serving crew |
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Playing by ear is how I've learned that no one cares at all |
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Anymore |
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Distracted, misinformed, mislead |
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To serve the machine |
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Sensory self-mutilated trip |
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Into captivity |
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Out with the old, bring the new guns in |
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Sick of the drugs that keep you thin |
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Been hanging on the telephone way too long |
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Just let it go |
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Just hang up |
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Hang up - separate yourself from the noise |
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Hang up - do it now before we're all destroyed |
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Hang up - just lose that unbelieveable shine |
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Hang up - return-to-sender, your mail-order bride |
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Beat the meat into submission |
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Nothing left alive at all to take |
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Wasted blood, infect transfusion |
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So much trash, our claim to stake |
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Little troop, don't fail me now |
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Kill off the one my TV hates |
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Winning team, now take a bow |
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Your useless adventure's far too great |
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Remorseless perverts with your obscenity |
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Fill me up, tie me up, tear me down |