| You will always find something wrong
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| If you fish all day long
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| In that bag full of bugs
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| There’s always a snake in a hole
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| No surprise that you can find a prob
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| In what you dislike
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| Right to the no-point goal
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| To gain a no-point win
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| This is the story of my life
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| Still thinking I’m gonna lose my time
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| This is the story of my life
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| Still getting slaps from left to right
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| There is no right way to choose at all
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| There is no good, bad, true or false
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| Don’t ask yourself what you’re fighting for
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| Just keep your faith in your lost cause
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| The Bugman I know you are so fond
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| Of remarking the problem
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| Like we din’t notice
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| Dear Bugman, stop breaking my balls
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| There’s no way you can solve anything by pointing at it
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| Just stop being so prudential
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| All is important but nothing’s essential
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| This is the story of my life
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| Still thinking I’m gonna lose my time
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| This is the story of my life
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| Still getting slaps from left and right
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| There is no right way to choose at all
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| There is no good, bad, true or false
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| Don’t ask yourself what you’re fighting for
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| Just keep your faith in your lost cause
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| Nothing to lose and something to gain
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| Seduced by the fruit
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| Of the untentable soil in nowhere state
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| As we craw around a volvano mouth
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| Our knees all scraped, it all went south
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| Their god was clear about it
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| A grain of wheat now must die
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| Believe it now, now that point is right
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| To bring more fruit it needs to die
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| A wheat of grain now needs to die
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| Needs to die |