| It will always be, the end of time
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| The end of law, the end of life
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| The dogs will howl and yank the leash
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| From tree to tree and from each to each
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| And does the man who makes the shoes own you, clown
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| You can? |
| t even pry the nameplate off, now can you?
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| Fix it with your tiny fist there
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| James Van Der Beek and them sisters from sister, sister
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| The only one that? |
| s ever felt this is you, the force that? |
| s forcing you
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| To feel like busting up a Starbucks
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| Busting up a Starbucks
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| Busting up a Starbucks
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| Busting up a Starbucks
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| This bitter drink, has made you drunk
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| The thoughts you think become unthunk
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| The sea? |
| s ablaze and the sky is too
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| The water? |
| s red and the flames are blue
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| And does the man who makes the shoes own you, clown
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| You can? |
| t even pry the nameplate off, now can you?
|
| Fix it with your tiny fist there up
|
| James Van Der Beek and them sisters from sister, sister
|
| The only one that? |
| s ever felt this is you, the force that? |
| s forcing you
|
| To feel like busting up a Starbucks
|
| Busting up a Starbucks
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| Busting up a Starbucks
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| Busting up a Starbucks
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| Nyack!
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| Ronkonkoma!
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| East Orange!
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| Piscataway!
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| Busting up a Starbucks
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| Busting up a Starbucks
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| Busting up a Starbucks |