| it’s nothing serious, just a simple case of bottles, i left behind
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| it’s nothing serious, just a wooden case of bottles, i left behind
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| it’ll go away someday, well alright
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| it’ll go away somehow, come on do your thing
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| it’s nothing dangerous, just a solid block of concrete, i left behind
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| it’s nothing dangerous, just a solid block of action, i left behind
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| it’ll go away someday, well alright
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| it’ll go away somehow, come on do your thing
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| peace on earth, god in heaven, peace on earth
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| living in heat, memory melting in pools of dirt
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| the genetic plaything is eating what i left behind
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| it’ll go away someday
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| walking in the streets of pnom penh, giving me dangerous feelings and then
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| seeing those bottles in motion again, cruising in cocktails
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| peace on earth, god in heaven, peace on earth |