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Cut your heart out with a saber |
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Slice it up and put it on a plate |
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Serve it with the morning paper |
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Don't forget the cool refreshing milkshake |
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Pass it on around the table |
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Let them all have a sniff and taste |
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If they like it they will lable it |
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From 1 to 10, there's no room for mistakes |
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It used to bother me for sure |
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But it don't bother me no more |
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Sell your soul and tell a story |
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Put your private life up on display |
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But it better not be boring |
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'cause if it is they won't bother to stay |
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Are you the writer or the reader? |
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You have the answer somewhere deep inside |
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Are you a follower or a leader? |
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Make your own path and keep on living two steps behind |
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Oooo... |
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Are you a lover or an abuser? |
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Push people 'round to gain some for yourself |
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Are you a winner or a loser? |
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Is that a question you'll be asked in hell? |
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Are you a saint or a sinner? |
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Are you the one they will hate or adore? |
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And once again, are you a loser or a winner? |
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It used to bother me for sure, but it don't bother me no more |