| We always said we’d come back
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| Arthritic cannibals, draconian trash
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| Weird, the old gods are coming home
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| Easter Island gonna save my bones
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| Rock steady in your Morrissey tan
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| Stunned white faces buried in the sand
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| Gimme no love no fascination
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| Gimme no soul no fascination
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| Gimme no bread no fascination
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| Gimme no eyes no fascination
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| Hear the syncopated marching, drum-machines
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| 26,000 open apple C
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| No conviction, heads in atrophy
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| Silver spoon eyes and their faces clean
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| Gimme no love no fascination
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| Gimme no heart no fascination
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| Gimme no soul no fascination
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| Gimme no eyes no fascination
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| Gimme no love no fascination
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| Gimme no heart no fascination
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| Gimme no soul no fascination
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| Gimme no eyes no fascination |