| It’s cold and
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| It’s smooth and
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| It’s a hard shade of white
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| And everybody needs
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| To lick the surface clean
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| And it never tastes better
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| It never tastes better
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| White blooms to white and freezes white again
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| Close it before something crawls in
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| Commit it, leave it, get away we always
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| Drop our good side
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| Being good gets you stuff
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| Being stuff gets you good
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| Good stuff gets you
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| Shit lives forever
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| 'Cause shit lives forever
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| They have no legs, but chase us anyway
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| Wipe the shadow of your best friend
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| Gave birth to something we don’t want to be
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| We drop our good side
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| You can’t kill it
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| You can’t kill it
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| You can’t kill it
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| You can’t kill it
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| Eat is just as deep as you can fuck it
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| So cough it up or go down
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| And there’s only one thing that separates a man
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| Shit lives forever
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| 'Cause shit lives forever
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| Shit lives forever
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| 'Cause shit lives forever
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| We’ll retire with the turd on our lips
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| Under a pair of knowing eyes
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| I’m gonna take a few down with me
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| And drop my good side
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| You can’t kill it
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| You can’t kill it
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| You can’t kill it
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| You can’t kill it
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| Take it from our drummer, «Puff»
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| Being good it gets you stuff |