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Cold blood flowing through the veins of me and all of my friends. |
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Still, love can be pumped out of our hearts. |
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This start might be the end. |
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There's no drama here: psycho-analyse for I'm a Negro. |
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Just trying to get by on very little. |
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Missiles get guided through to our world. |
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Tell me, tell me that I'm wrong, Lord. |
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This stuff just tears me up. |
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You are cool as a cucumber when you shout out: "Nigger, don't interrupt!". |
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There's no drama here: psycho-analyse for I'm a Negro. |
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Just trying to get by on very little. |
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Missiles get guided through to our world. |