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You come in, check my time |
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You for fornication crimes |
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I've seen your hope on television |
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Where you've been, you were not were |
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They've got tricycles in skirts |
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This is a mouth that needs religion |
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And they all want to love the cause |
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'Cause they all need to be the cause |
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They all want to fuck the cause |
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So take me down, down through this |
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Kill the common law that missed |
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This is the blood I love to share |
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Little pistols and companion halls |
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Desperation tentacles |
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I've been alone since '89 |
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We've got a menstruating disguise |
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Then know three completes the five |
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This is a church that should believe |
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And they all want to free the cause |
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'Cause they all need to dream a cause |
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They all need to be a cause |
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You've got all and it's |
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Pretty good, but I |
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Seem to be in disbelief |
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You come in, check my time |
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You've got fornication crimes |
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I've seen your death on television |
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Cue immortal child like times |
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Separation is divine |
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Here is a strike beneath your knees |
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And they all want to love the cause |
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'Cause they all need to be the cause |
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They all want to fuck the cause |
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Take me down, down through this |
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Kill the white within the bliss |
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Here is a waiting room |
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That wants to save your life |
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And they all want to love the cause |
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They all need to be the cause |
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They all want to dream a cause |
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They all need to fuck the cause |
