| In the writings of the druids
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| Lies the recipe for Druid Fluid
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| Sounds like a most refreshing drink to me
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| You seem to be a accruing
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| More penalties than a Boston Bruin
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| But your card says «get out of jail for free»
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| You were always such a shoe-in
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| But you didn’t pay attention to what you were doing
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| And no one here can do it as good as me
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| No one here can do it
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| No one here can do it
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| No one here can do it as good as me
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| (And you will live my fantasy)
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| Singing yeah
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| It was a clusterfuck
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| (It was a clusterfuck)
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| Oh yeah
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| It really fucked us up
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| (It really fucked us up)
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| Oh yeah
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| It was a clusterfuck
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| (It was clusterfuck)
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| Oh yeah
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| It really fucked us up
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| (It really fucked us up)
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| (And now we’re fucked)
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| Underneath the city
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| There’s an odor loose that’s none too pretty
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| Sounds like a pretty good starting point to me
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| And even though we’re getting dizzy
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| We work the system down into a tizzy
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| Let them hear our screams of victory
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| 'Cause no one else would do this
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| We won’t be living through this
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| We’ve surely made our mark in history
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| 'Cause no one here can do it
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| No one here can do it
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| No one here can do it as good as we
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| Really fucked us up
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| Really fucked us up
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| Really fucked us up
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| Oh why do bitches cry
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| When I wave bye, bye, bye
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| It ain’t no lie
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| That rent is too damn, too damn high
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| I know this guy
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| He got no alibi
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| He wonder why
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| Everyone here has got to die
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| The bitches cry
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| When I wave bye, bye, bye
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| It ain’t no lie
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| That rent is too damn, too damn high
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| We’re moving on
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| We’re moving on and on and on
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| (And we’re so fucked up) |