| All the way were the cave-made diamonds
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| Ever willing cake and filling
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| Combing over the surface only
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| Growing gills
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| For the men who swim there
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| Rolling over the phone rings yawning
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| Didn’t get it ringing let it
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| And rolling over the subject matter
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| Turn on the set on the weekend starlet
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| Evil do you know me do
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| But evil makes you feel like you
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| What evil do you come into
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| Evil did you know me
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| Oh daughter daughter
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| I hope you notice
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| The look of a actress
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| Rolls with the flatness
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| They roll around
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| On a coaster
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| And bring in
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| Dick and news
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| And all the boozing
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| They got it out of the paper dated
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| Two weeks older getting colder
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| They’re pushing sacharin
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| With open mouth
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| They’re going upwards downwards
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| Over the counter
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| Evil do you know me do
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| But evil makes you feel like you
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| What evil do we come into
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| And evil did you know me
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| You’re jumping out on the circuit break it
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| Deadend routes and major blackouts
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| All I need is one exception
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| To believe in fake affection
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| All I need is one exception
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| To believe in fake affection
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| Evil do you know me do
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| But evil makes you feel like you
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| Well evil do you know me do
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| Evil makes you feel like you
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| What evil do you come into
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| Well evil did you know me |