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The day was sickly yellow |
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The night was so un-tight |
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The cows go moo moo moo |
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Is everything alright? |
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Baby, digit at my face |
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Who's the man with the smile, mum? |
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Do you like it like that? |
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I'm just a peasant in the big shitty |
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I'm going real slow |
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But if the light ain't real |
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Then there can't be a hole |
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Not even some red |
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Do you like it like that? |
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Do you like it like that? |
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You're not real, oh no, you're not |
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You're not real, oh no, you're not |
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You're not real, oh no, you're not |
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You're not real, oh no, you're not |
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There be a strange garlic here |
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The room is full of fear |
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With empty wavelength touch |
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It's coming in a rush |
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It's coming in a rush |
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It's coming in a rush |
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It's coming in a rush |
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Do you like it like that? |
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Do you like it like that? |
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Do you like it like that? |
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Do you like it like that? |
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I'm just a peasant in the big shitty |