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We are the wanted from yesterday's wreckage. |
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We buy what's wasted and sell it back. |
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Dry heaves are boring, I'm sour, let's watch it. |
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Gutless and tasteless, cut it some slack. |
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There'll be time, yeah, there'll be time (x3). |
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Salt future's rising from Salt Lake. |
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Lickin' the salt flat, another bad season. |
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Tripping and soaking, we dry the crop. |
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Here's to the progress of speedy revival. |
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Ten for the harvest, Ten for the slack. |
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There'll be time, yeah, there'll be time (x3). |
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Salt future's rising (x4) Wet ground floats down in Salt Lake. |
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When the blame is yourself, |
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save the savers for the hill. |
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Hate the haters, I forget. |
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Make the makers, nothing left. |
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Face the fakers, so obscene. |
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Slave the slavers for the shade. |
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Next time add salt to your fate. |
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There'll be time, yeah, there'll be time (x3). |
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Salt future's rising (x4) Wet ground floats down in Salt Lake. |
