| Well it grips, and its grins
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| It’s convulsing, it gyrates
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| And it whispers, from the winds
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| Lovingly insinuates
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| Emphasising your least likeable traits
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| Baby it accumulates
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| Baby it accumulates
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| In the depots, in the silo’s
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| On the pellets, in the crates
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| Down the aisles, breathed in smiles
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| In great mountains, on our plates
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| Like the love of God, it enters you
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| In all kinds of morphis states
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| Baby it accumulates
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| Baby it accumulates
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| Mindless need is,
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| In our homes and down our streets
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| Singing like some mythic creature
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| Of great Edens, through the gates
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| And you can have better suction
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| Even want and destruction
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| And all of this add very, compare and it rates
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| Baby it accumulates
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| Baby it accumulates
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| Baby it accumulates
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| Looking down from the high rise
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| Staring back with your own eyes
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| Playing games with the numbers
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| Messing round with the dates
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| Altering its positions
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| Muttering sweet propositions
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| Understand its to get ya between the sheets
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| And you might start out kicking and screaming
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| Pretty soon your gonna wind up sucking all it takes
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| Cause baby it accumulates
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| Baby it accumulates
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| Yeah baby it accumulates |