| Silence tells me no lie
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| Stick around and the truth you’ll find
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| There’s a fire in your heart
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| Burns so bright
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| It’s sometimes unkind
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| Keep the fire from burning me
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| By closing my eyes I was born to pollute
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| The smoking, the cocaine, the new stain and the old flame
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| To read between the lines
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| That crowd around your eyes
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| I need some, want some blood in your eyes
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| Coca-cola your heart
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| Look around
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| Should get out of town
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| Cause I could eat every word
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| You could kill till I’m fat as hell
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| You should have changed the world by now
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| But I’m too busy milking the holy cow
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| But the campaign and the camp pain, the news chain and the dancing
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| To read between the lines
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| That crowd around your eyes
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| The flabby burger’s mine
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| The free toy, the day and the night
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| I want some, need some blood in your eyes
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| I said I thought it was
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| Sadness such a full meal
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| Joy such a salad
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| Was Cupid the stupid cunt
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| The cocaine, the smoking, the new stain and the old flame
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| The layer of fat and the whole game for you
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| The campaign and the camp pain, the dancing and the v-sign
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| The smell of fat chicks wrapped in denim and kicks for you
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| To read between the lines
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| That crowd around your eyes
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| The flabby burger’s mine
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| The free toy, the day and the night
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| I want some, need some blood in your eyes |