| 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 |