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Put some lipstick on |
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At least your lies will be pretty |
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A shadow on my face |
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And us donkeys wake up weary |
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Sweatin' and sickly |
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Donkeys don't allow their tears |
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No emotion, never feel |
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And drown themselves in whatever |
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Find some meanin' |
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Donkeys weight crackin' a spire |
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Sweetness bent double |
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Whole days makin' polite |
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Never movin' out of turn |
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Or ever trying to be natural |
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Those with silence inside |
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Eyes bare, piss holes in the snow |
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Drained and burnt yellow |
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And sunk in self-pity |
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Jerusalem saw off |
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Donkeys are only left with lies |
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Are only left with lies |