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Fever, Drugs, |
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Money, Blood |
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Is it bad to love? |
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I got no faith in these dogs or my chance of survival, ho-hum |
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I got no cure for these kids or their cancerous rivalry |
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So dumb they go and go again |
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I got no need for these clothes when you get my blood boiling |
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My friend, |
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I got no way to feel bad while your tree of life grows in it, it grows in it |
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We get so high, we get so low |
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We get so high, we get so low |
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We were dinosaurs in the end |
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We were dinosaurs in the end |
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We were carnivore to pretend |
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Like we'd opt out of survival |
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In lieu of some revival pretense |
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Got this belly of salt and a mouth full of glass teeth |
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I'm a fix, |
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I'm a junkie, |
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I'm a pirate |
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I'm a love maker, falling |
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We get so high, we get so low |
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We were dinosaurs in the end |
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We were dinosaurs in the end |
|
We were carnivore to pretend |
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Like we'd opt out of survival |
|
In lieu of some revival pretense |
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Some revival pretense |
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Some revival pretense |
|
We were dinosaurs in the end |
|
We were dinosaurs in the end |
|
We were carnivore to pretend |
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Like we'd opt out of survival |
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In lieu of some revival pretense |
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Fever, Drugs, |
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Money, Blood |
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Is it bad to love? |
