| I remember bout a quarter of a verse that I wrote inside my head
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| I’d love to share it but I got here first and now it’s trapped inside my head
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| I remember it was colored in green
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| Filth and rubbish and robotic machines
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| But, I remember it was innocent as well
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| I wrote a column for a dirty magazine it said:
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| Liberty is dead
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| You’re too obsessed with being over-impressed by thoughts and meaningless
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| rhymes and ridicules
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| Thoughts and meaningless rhymes and ridicules (Public sex versus social skills)
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| Thoughts and meaningless rhymes and ridicules (Versus gunboats, giants,
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| and bands who kill)
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| Thoughts and meaningless rhymes and ridicules (You're too obsessed with all of
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| that)
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| Thoughts and meaningless rhymes and ridicules
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| And if waking up beside me
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| Feels so bleeding bad
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| Then waking up with Robocop Is a lesson to be had
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| I remember when you said to me, you said «I'm a woman, and a woman is obviously
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| different from a man.»
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| Do you remember when you’d talk to me? |
| You’d say things like «I like to be
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| treated as a lady, not as a buddy.»
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| I remember when you criticized me about picking the face over Mr. T
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| But, I remember when you took off all of your clothes
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| And if waking up beside me
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| Feels so bleeding bad
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| Then waking up with Robocop Is a lesson to be had
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| She’s waking up without me
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| It breaks my fucking balls
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| She’s waking up with Robocop
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| I’m not waking up at all |