| Now when everything’s aside
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| No more places to hide
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| No more hidden obstacles revealed
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| The bananas peeled
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| Trapped like in a dream
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| Waiting for the train
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| Lots of steam, lots of steam
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| It’s always the same
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| My legs of stone can’t carry me home
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| Ho ho
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| Here comes the panda — the dying breed
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| When my seed can only make killers
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| Regrets in the morning, rugrats in a year
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| Fear will keep me going
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| Knowing that will keep me sane
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| Fame, what a lame is what I ache for
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| For what it’s worth I don’t really need it
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| Wanting it
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| It’s drilling a hole in my brain
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| Wanting it
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| Is tearing a hole in my soul
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| Ho ho
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| Here comes the panda — the dying breed
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| When my seed can only make killers
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| Regrets in the morning, rugrats in a year
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| Ho ho
|
| Here comes the panda — the dying breed
|
| When my seed can only make killers
|
| Regrets in the morning, rugrats in a year
|
| Ho ho
|
| Here comes the panda — the dying breed
|
| When my seed can only make killers
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| Regrets in the morning, rugrats in a year |