| Fever, Drugs, Money, Blood
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| Is it bad to love?
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| I got no faith in these dogs or my chance of survival, ho-hum
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| I got no cure for these kids or their cancerous rivalry
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| So dumb they go and go again
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| I got no need for these clothes when you get my blood boiling
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| My friend, I got no way to feel bad while your tree of life grows in it,
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| it grows in it
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| We get so high, we get so low
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| We get so high, we get so low
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| We were dinosaurs in the end
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| We were dinosaurs in the end
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| We were carnivore to pretend
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| Like we’d opt out of survival
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| In lieu of some revival pretense
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| Got this belly of salt and a mouth full of glass teeth
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| I’m a fix, I’m a junkie, I’m a pirate
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| I’m a love maker, falling
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| We get so high, we get so low
|
| We were dinosaurs in the end
|
| We were dinosaurs in the end
|
| We were carnivore to pretend
|
| Like we’d opt out of survival
|
| In lieu of some revival pretense
|
| Some revival pretense
|
| Some revival pretense
|
| We were dinosaurs in the end
|
| We were dinosaurs in the end
|
| We were carnivore to pretend
|
| Like we’d opt out of survival
|
| In lieu of some revival pretense
|
| Fever, Drugs, Money, Blood
|
| Is it bad to love? |