| I’ll turn your baby into lemonade
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| Suckle lemons and trade, trade, trade
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| Play along in your silver dress
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| We’ll save souls and we’ll break bread
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| All cows shit and angels too
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| Look around it’s the bestest view
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| Did you think before you spoke aloud?
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| Your fucking tongue it will do you proud
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| You seek my cover
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| Where you go I’ll follow on
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| You never can get enough
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| We just need to survive
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| If we’re ever gonna dream again
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| I feel sad as we penetrate
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| Unbuckle buttons and slave, slave, slave
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| We attack like civil unrest
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| No home equals no dread
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| All cows shit and angels too
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| Look around it’s the bestest view
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| Did you think before you spoke aloud?
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| Your fucking tongue it will do you proud
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| You seek my cover
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| Where you go I’ll follow on
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| You never can get enough
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| We just need to survive
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| If we’re ever gonna dream again
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| Ever gonna dream again
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| We are individuals in our little rituals
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| Hospitals, memorials, smaller than disease
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| Rituals and burials are distant used memories
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| When you leave
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| When you leave I doubt I’ll remember you |