| Give me entertainment
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| Like the shadows on the wall
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| They look like animals
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| I’ve never seen, but I recognize them all
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| When the glory’s fading, and the innocence wore off
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| I think it more than that, and it’s sorta bad
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| That you never seem to cough
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| So let’s make out like lovers do
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| There’s more to life than getting used
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| So hold me under, hold my breath
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| And hold my hand if I go deaf
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| From the noise
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| Give me entertainment
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| Like the shadows on the wall
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| That look like kitty cats, and it makes me laugh
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| Because the kitty gets so small
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| When the glory’s fading, and the high is wearing off
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| I think it’s more than that, and it’s sorta sad
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| When you go and call the cops
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| So let’s make out like lovers do
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| There’s more to life than getting used
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| So let’s make out like lovers do
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| There’s more to life than getting used
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| To death
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| Ingest
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| Whenever you’re depressed
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| You’re killing me Smalls
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| You’re killing me Smalls
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| Let’s take two
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| To get closer to you, oh, oh
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| You’re killing me Smalls
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| You’re killing me Smalls
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| So let’s make out like lovers do |
| There’s more to life than getting used to death
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| You’re killing me Smalls
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| You’re killing me Smalls
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| You’re killing me Smalls
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| You’re killing me Smalls
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| Gimme entertainment
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| Like the shadows on the wall
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| That look like kitty cats, and it makes me laugh
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| When the kitty gets so small
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| When the glory’s fading, and the high is wearing off
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| Kudos to the contraband of the modern man
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| That never learned to crawl |