| Thrift
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| I sit here all knowing
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| Knowing nothing here at all, yeah
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| My cuts spread slower
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| Pig hands reach into my sides, yeah
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| I hate this life you give me I give you hate you live for me, yeah
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| I love the pain you give me This hurting feels like love to me, yeah
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| They go down town down town
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| They go Down inside
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| Down inside
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| Down inside
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| They go down town down town
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| They go down town to sell
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| Down town down town
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| They go down town to sell
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| My body hangs on hooks
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| A cloth to society, yeah
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| Your dollars wet my skin
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| Makes me paper mache thrift, yeah
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| I hate this life you give me I give you hate you live for me, yeah
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| I love the pain you give me This hurting feels like love to me, yeah
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| They go down town down town
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| They go Down inside
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| Down inside
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| Down inside
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| They go down town down town
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| They go down town to sell
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| Down town down town
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| They go down town to sell
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| To sell
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| I hate this life you give to me
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| I hate this life you give to me
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| I hate this life you give to me
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| I hate this life you give to me
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| I hate this life you give to me
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| I hate this life you give to me |