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Take your fucking fork |
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And shove it down your own throat |
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And stop pretending to try to be |
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That infamous stupid raincoat |
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Well, I dare to confess |
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'Cause there's an army with me |
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Nine oceans away |
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Don't even bother me |
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Well, I can't believe it |
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Things are building from memories they guard |
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And still you're getting in my way |
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Get out of my way |
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Nine oceans away |
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Don't even bother me |
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I can't believe it |
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Gaze awe vision from my incision |
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Starved skinny little man |
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Don't even bother me |
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I can't believe it |
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Gaze awe vision from my incision |
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Starved skinny little Jack |
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Face up, Catholic black |
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You're a writer |
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You better write quick |
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'Cause your papers on fire |