| I wanna wake to a shot parade of wealth
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| And take a spray can to my useless vote
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| I don’t like your city Dresden dance
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| I’m drowning in a manufactured ego-fuck
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| We’re dead end dolls and nothing’s moving
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| We’re dead end dolls and nothing’s moving
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| We’re dead end dolls and nothing’s moving
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| Speeding so lonely into wall after wall
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| Teenage 20/20 beat the in-call
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| Sick to the stomach of our fingertip call
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| All your rebellion corporation owned
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| We’re dead end dolls and nothing’s moving
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| We’re dead end dolls and nothing’s moving
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| We’re dead end dolls and nothing’s moving |