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All of the high rollin' and the soft focused |
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Helps with the stock pillin' of your wooden self |
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Only in high rollin' and in soft focus |
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Do we ever ask "Is there not more than this?" |
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Holy Moses and holy cow |
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Leviticus roots are comin' out |
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It's the trench and cult and the culture |
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It breeds, only serves to feed one side and crush the rest |
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Those that siphon the greed from the air that we breathe |
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To line fat pockets with the residue |
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We suffer in silent mothball fury |
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Trees that have long since shed their rings |
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As if to rub out the ballpoint memory |
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Of a thousand sins |
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Holy Moses and holy cow |
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Leviticus roots are comin' out |
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and my sinewed fingers throw them away |
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Erase their sin, erase their sin |
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All of the high rollin' and the soft focused |
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Helps with the stock pillin' of your wooden self |
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Only in high rollin' and in soft focus |
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Do we ever ask "Is there not more than this?" |
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It's the trench and cult and the culture |
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It breeds, only serves to feed one side and crush the rest |
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Those that siphon the greed from the air that we breathe |
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To line fat pockets with the residue |
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We suffer in silent mothball fury |
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Trees that have long since shed their rings |
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As if to rub out the ballpoint memory |
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Of a thousand sins |