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Jam sandwich filled with Uzied peelers |
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Frisking pimps and dawn car dealers |
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The Fat Controller's transport inches |
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When stealing lives, he never flinches |
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Observe the poker party aces |
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In champagne bars, unlikely spaces |
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Unnerving, swerving shifty places |
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Where little works or convinces |
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Follow me! No explanation |
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The future sold, the Chancellor paces |
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The growing pains, associated |
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With a past which no-one faces |
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They clip their speech |
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They clip your wings |
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The absent tribe |
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Of missing links |
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The absolute |
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Of vodka kings |
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The over crowded |
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Nature of things |
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It's a bad worn thing! |
