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White-knuckle alabaster |
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You're on a traffic island |
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With a bag of birthday cards |
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You're searching for |
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A flick knife |
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In the glove box |
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It's a write-off |
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No unauthorized personnel |
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Behind these lines, without id cards |
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Hand guns are widely available |
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I've a violent demeanour |
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So tie me to a chair |
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Till it's out of my system |
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Till it's out of my system |
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Down the Shanghai Tunnels |
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White-knuckle alabaster |
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You talk to jesus |
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You talk to jesus |
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In a photo-booth |
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He wants your bank details |
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Date of birth |
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Confess the truth |
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The institutions |
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With the metal halls |
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Chain the mentally ill |
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To destitute walls |
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The wards of state |
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Do not illuminate |
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The margins |
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I'va a violent demeanour |
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So tie me to a chair |
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Till it's out of my system |
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Till it's out of my system |
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Down the Shanghai Tunnels |
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Beware, at the start of life |
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Looking up into your mothers eyes |
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Now there's pennies on your eyelids |
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I've a violent demeanour |
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So tie me to a chair |
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Till it's out of my system |
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Till it's out of my system |
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Down the Shanghai Tunnels |
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I've a violent demeanour |
