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When you are young they kick you in the head |
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And when you grow up they're still fucking with your head |
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And when I found out what it was I didn't want |
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I start to run and I start to hunt |
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'Cause at the bottom of the well |
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There a seed is a pit and it |
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Makes me wanna make the world nervous as shit |
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'Cause I'm made of gold, brass |
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And I wanna break it like glass, glass, glass |
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So when I was young it didn't make any sense |
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And when I grew up it made just as little sense |
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So when I found out what it was I didn't want |
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I got new amour and I started to hunt |
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'Cause at the bottom of the well there a seed is a pit and it |
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Makes me wanna make the world nervous as shit |
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'Cause I'm made of gold, brass |
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And I wanna break it like glass, glass, glass |
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Fun world, fun world |