| We are Sex Bob-Omb and we’re here to make you think about death and get sad and
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| stuff!
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| This is the beginning of the song…
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| I’m hearing voices, animal noises
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| The crème de la crème, the feminine abyss
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| And I’m reaching my threshold
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| Staring at the truth 'till I’m blind
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| My body’s stupid, stereo putrid
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| Spilling out music into raw sewage
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| Reaching my threshold
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| Staring at the truth 'till I’m blind
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| My threshold
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| My threshold
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| Reaching my threshold
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| I’m hearing voices, animal noises
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| The crème de la crème, the feminine abyss
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| And I’m reaching my threshold
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| Staring at the truth 'till I’m blind
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| My threshold
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| I’ll explode
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| Reaching my threshold
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| (My threshold)
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| My threshold
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| (My threshold)
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| My threshold
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| (Reaching my threshold)
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| My threshold |