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It wants to live but it can't go on |
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It needs to die but its never been born |
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Yeah but it all boils down to yourself |
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All in place it |
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Billy Wire, Billy gadget |
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Miles on the faces |
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Of the task force |
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Lays the grids, open my lids |
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Humble thyself to the King of the KIds |
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You want to flip but he don't know how |
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They're poking fun at a five-legged cow |
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Yeah but it all works out for the best |
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Solemn places |
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Billy Wire, Billy catch it |
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Miles on the faces |
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Of the task force |
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Lays the grids, open my lids |
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Humble thyself to the King of the KIds |
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Slave for greatly wanted drum |
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Cradle complacently one you don't come |
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Only a bottle could punt you and moan... |
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And it's a mug with a smiling face |
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Plastic flowers in a broken vase |
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To when he failed the surgery test |