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Kill comfort kill |
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Im an infidel |
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A simple sound |
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A scream to the sky |
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Slam-sacharine sam |
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Pushing my pram |
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With your harlequin words |
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You turned and said |
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Sicko psycophants |
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And with a poisionous rant |
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And requiem of fear |
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The gums and the teeth of the london street |
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Come on! |
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You run in the dark |
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Coz it makes you feel free |
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And the wind cuts your face |
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Coz you wanna believe |
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That out there something is real |
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The elixir of life |
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He licks down a knife |
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To her wet apperture |
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Kil comfort kill |
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Im infidel |
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Give me fireworks |
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Explode in the sky |
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Slam-fashion cazam |
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Pushing my pram |
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Turning the wheel too fast |
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They're all sicko psycophant with elasic banks |
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Kiss me with the kiss of death |
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Tell me im an indvidual boy |
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Come on! |
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You run in the dark |
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Coz it makes you feel free |
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And the wind cuts your face |
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Coz you wanna believe |
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That out there something is real |
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Put you dog on a leash |
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Put your dog on a leash |
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Just keep that sound away from me |
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Just keep that man away from me |
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With your surgical tears that callous in me |
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And when the people say |
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Yor better out than in |
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Cuz your mouth is undone |
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Your mouth is undone |
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But your blood is alive |
