| I don’t wanna bury my friends
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| Like conch shells in the sand
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| I don’t wanna speak in meadows
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| About some promised land
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| I don’t wanna eat McDonald’s
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| Everytime we park the van
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| I don’t wanna know what’s cool now
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| Sounds like those other bands
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| Young neanderthal, goodbye
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| Young neanderthal
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| Young neanderthal, goodbye
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| Young neanderthal
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| I don’t wanna sleep till midday
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| Then lick my wounds at night
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| I don’t wanna taste of perfume
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| Won’t tear holes in her tights
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| I don’t wanna meet your quota
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| One will socialise
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| I don’t wanna wear this clothing
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| Powder my nose just right
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| I don’t wanna drip my honey
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| Onto ungrateful tongues
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| I don’t wanna wreck my throat out
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| Singing what’s not been sung
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| Young neanderthal, goodbye
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| Young neanderthal
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| Young neanderthal, goodbye
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| Young neanderthal
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| Young neanderthal, goodbye
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| Young neanderthal
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| Young neanderthal, goodbye
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| Young neanderthal
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| Young neanderthal, goodbye
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| Young neanderthal
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| Young neanderthal, goodbye
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| Young neanderthal |