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Voices saying nothing |
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'Cos their heads are clean are simple |
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But they screw up the refrain |
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And no-one sings together |
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Well I don't believe quite what I hear |
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'Cos the words are so disgusting |
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I can hardly wait to leave this place |
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The people seem to revel in their own bad taste |
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And amplify their emptiness |
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Glorify their mindlessness |
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Plainsong |
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Speakers spitting nonsense |
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But young ears are so receptive |
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Well they climb inside your mind |
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And the tune is not forgotten |
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Well I don't believe quite what I hear |
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'Cos the words are so disgusting |
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I can hardly wait to leave this place |
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The people seem to revel in their own bad taste |
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And amplify their emptiness |
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Glorify their mindlessness |
