| It seemed a holy way to live
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| Way to live
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| Looking for Pablo Cuckoo
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| To know by heart the etchings along the groove
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| And it’s no secret
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| I cut the sleeves from the jean jacket
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| And gave them both away to raise awareness
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| Are there things that you believe?
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| ‘Cos there are things that I believe
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| And there’s a stack of them where I sleep
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| The balaclava
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| The balaclava
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| I saw their act up on the altar
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| Did they get what they were after?
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| I don’t know
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| I don’t know what to say about it
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| I have never been a savage
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| I don’t know what to think about it
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| I have never been a savage
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| The balaclava
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| The balaclava
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| I saw their act up on the altar
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| Did they get what they were after?
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| I don’t know |