| preset sun will shine upon
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| your preset golden face
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| concrete blocks delay the clocks
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| of neighbours waking up
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| your preset smile it sooths me
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| while my coffee gently weeps
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| we made a choice like litle boys
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| to preset all our toys
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| happy me and happy you
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| the preset happy you
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| we chose ourself to like ourself
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| like grown up people do
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| if walls we do not crack
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| or dropped we don’t look back
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| when left without a vice
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| still preset we think twice
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| airheads united content to play safe
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| airheads united play cards on their grave
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| summon the artists and program their rave
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| fill up their gas tank and sempti their slave
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| social club workers and subsidized nerts
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| smile when your preset emotion it hurts
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| swallow the voice pearls till your throat it hurts
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| join all discussions with raincoats & furs
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| I can’t write no columns cause I don’t give no
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| I’m costipated while writing my hits
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| preset the chorus and preset refrains
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| preset the break so you don’t feel ashamed
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| where are the presets when you really need one?
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| we’re tuned to stables where the horses don’t run
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| send me the pillow on which you were preset |