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In our shop, as you can see, |
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You'd be a man you wanna be. |
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Unhappy with the way it goes? |
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Just buy another life. |
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And our prices... who can beat? |
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Here's royal flesh and cannot meat |
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You name it - my associate |
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Is sharpening her knife... |
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Please take a peek inside, tell me how it feels like |
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When you're spilling paper blood |
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In the blaze of glory |
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Paper blood - on the holy ground |
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Paper blood - neverending story... |
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Paper blood makes the world go round and round. |
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We've got it covered to the tee... |
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Another wife? Just take a brief: |
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Look at this fine selection of those bitches from the East |
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We're selling friends, we're selling cars, |
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A recent show with superstars, |
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A child, a war, a heart, a soul - |
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It's all to make you pleased... right! |
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Nothing is too strange (when we are in this price range) |
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You're wasting paper blood |
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In the blaze of glory |
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Paper blood - on the holy ground |
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Paper blood - neverending story... |
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Paper blood can buy a tiny crown |
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For this sad and weary clown, |
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So he can smile and take a look around |
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Across his kingdom - fake as it could be |
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(And what's wrong with that?) |
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Where tears of joy're impossible to see |
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(What do we need them for?) |
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Where heartfelt laughter's not what you will hear |
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(And so what?) |
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Enough of that, 'coz it's my biggest fear. |
