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Turning red |
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Adopting styles that seem inbred |
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We're made of lead |
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Stay on the pace |
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Recoup the loot, avoid, disgrace |
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Sink without trace |
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It's a hoot |
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Run ahead and blindly shoot |
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Hit the marker, end dispute |
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Marking time |
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Laying boundaries out in lime |
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A life of crime |
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Drift away |
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Never find the urge to play |
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We're made of clay |
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It's a hoot |
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Hit the marker, end dispute |
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Even if that point is moot |
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It's a hoot |
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Even if that point is moot |
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Run ahead and blindly shoot |
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Phasing in |
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Wondering when it's time to begin |
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The chances thin |
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Emptied out |
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No doubt it will end in a rout |
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We lack the clout |
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It's a hoot |
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Run ahead and blindly shoot |
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Hit the marker, end dispute |
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Even if that point is moot |
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Run ahead and blindly shoot |
