| Trash people, oh, trash people
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| Oh, trash people, oh
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| We wear our underpants three days in a row
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| My room smells like an ashtray
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| My room smells like an ashtray
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| Wearing a smile and a heart on my sleeve
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| Collect your weary mind
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| Unbend and breathe unwind
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| Face the setting sun
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| There is no time to start over
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| My carpet smells like beer forever, forever
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| If all the people dressed like sheeple
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| There would be no color, no color
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| Those are my people
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| There would be no color, no color
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| Those are my people
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| We can’t live a nine-to-five
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| Art is love and love is sloppy
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| Nothing is all pure
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| Nothing is all dirty
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| Trash people, oh, trash people
|
| Oh, trash people, oh
|
| We wear our underpants three days in a row
|
| My room smells like an ashtray
|
| My room smells like an ashtray
|
| Wearing a smile and a heart on my sleeve
|
| Collect your weary mind
|
| Unbend and breathe unwind
|
| Face the setting sun
|
| There is no time to start over
|
| We can’t live a nine-to-five
|
| Art is love and love is sloppy
|
| Nothing is all pure
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| Nothing is all dirty |