| Wash my baby in the cold: wash her in the plain blue light
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| Did you sham? |
| Did you fall fucked?
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| Were you ashamed of the saucer and the cup? |
| You should clean up your cuts
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| And it will fall away, your shame shall fall away: bad, bad habit’s got to stop
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| Did you be for the fire? |
| Did you be a fool for the shame line?
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| Did you be false in the code? |
| _A duration of starts and lines that form code_
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| Man should have fallen into the dayside: Did I wait?
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| We must raid the inside, Fa la la, And it falls away
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| Your shame shall fall away, all shame shall fall away, but the bad little
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| baby’s got to stop
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| And you’re bad and you’re boyfriend sucks, all the slickers and the soft
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| yellowscruff
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| All the bangers and their boyfriends pups, and you’re bad with your fangs
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| And your leatherbattle gangs and your crooked battle-bangs
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| And your heartfelt pangs put away the polar rings
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| Put away the pretty things and the bleach it always stings
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| But the way that Johnny sings:
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| Oh my God, and 1, 2, 3, 4, we must raid the dayside |