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Turning out, beggars to eat me |
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Cutting wood, coming to lure us. |
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Beggars watch to pull you in. |
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Lure them back in front of you. |
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Eat it up and spit it out. |
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What you saw is sweet nothing. |
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Coming to lure you in. |
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For twenty-four, twenty-four, twenty-four hours a day. |
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Eat it up and spit it out. |
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...too slim to aspire to. |
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Pick it 'til you bleed, turn back. |
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Cutting wood, coming to lure us, in. |
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Coming to lure us in. |
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Turning back, they break us 'til we bleed. |
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Cutting wood. Coming to lure us, in. |
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Make us watch them pull you in. |
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Throw it back in front of you. |
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Eat it up and spit it out. |
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What we saw that's in our face. |
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To satisfy, to make us, to make us, 'til we bleed. |
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Twenty-four, twenty-four, twenty-four hours a day. |
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Twenty-four, twenty-four, twenty-four hours a day. |
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Kick us 'til we wait to lure us. |
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Make us watch ... |
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Throw it back in front of you. |
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Eat it up and spit it out. |
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What we saw that's in our face. |
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For twenty-four, twenty-four, twenty-four hours a day. |
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Eat it up and spit it out. |
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When we saw the shape of things to satisfy our makers. |
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Makers 'til we bleed. |
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Twenty-four, twenty-four, twenty-four hours a day. |
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Twenty-four, twenty-four, twenty-four hours a day. |
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Twenty-four, twenty-four, twenty-four hours a day. |
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Turning, turning. Other smells you take it off. |
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Underground you hear our feet. |
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Turning, you spit it out. |
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Coming to lure us in. |
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Twenty-four, twenty-four, twenty-four hours a day. |
