| Ooh, oh yeah
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| Ooh, oh yeah
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| Ooh, oh Yeah
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| You insult me in my home, you’re forgiven this time
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| Things go well, your eyes dilate, you shake and «I'm high»
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| Look in my eyes deep and watch the clouds change with time
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| Twenty hours won’t print my picture milk carton size
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| Carton size, carton size, carton size
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| Call me up, congratulations ain’t the real why
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| There’s no pressure besides brilliance let’s say by day nine
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| Endless corporate ignorance lets me control time
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| «By the way», «by the way», «by the way», «by the way»
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| Once again, you see an in
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| Discolored skin gives you away
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| So afraid, you kindly gurgle
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| Out a date for me
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| Now the body of one soul I adore wants to die
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| You have always told me you’d not live past twenty-five
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| I say stay long enough to repay all who caused strife
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| Once again, you see an in
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| Discolored skin gives you away
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| So afraid, you kindly gurgle
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| Out a date for me
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| Once again, you see an in
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| Discolored skin gives you away
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| So afraid, you kindly gurgle
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| Out a date for me
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| I bear true and an existing witness
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| To this barrel of monkeys
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| A self-proclaimed immoral success
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| Perfected by each whereof
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| Individually deadly, and equally so
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| And spread about the surrendered troops
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| For even thousands of miles
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| Will not tear apart their communication
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| Or the lack thereof
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| Vultures, liars, thieves, each proclaim their innocence
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| In no suggestion or rhyme
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| Your weapon is contained
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| In the wrecking of the keeping the desired effect
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| The breaking of the spirit thwarts the whole being
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| Your weapon is guilt
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| Your weapon is guilt
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| Your weapon is guilt
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| Guilt |