| What will happen to you in old age? |
| Even before heaps of muck;
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| There are blisters at the training ground, festered, burst - clean it up;
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| I'm a New Testament hippie. |
| I am angry, I trample floors, parquets;
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| Brains are chewed up by the cassette, the child of the most beautiful comet.
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| I enjoy walking in rags;
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| Though in abundance of coins, drink port wine from the throat;
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| There are simply no templates and rules;
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| There are no templates or rules.
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| I enjoy walking in rags;
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| Though in abundance of coins, drink port wine from the throat;
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| There are simply no templates and rules;
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| There are no templates or rules.
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| They say we need to be treated, but doctors will not help;
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| Pharmacists have no pills, executioners will help here;
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| They say we need to be treated, but doctors will not help;
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| Pharmacists don't have pills, executioners will help here.
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| When you have seen sweets, all these are your weaknesses;
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| Phone calls again, you don't know them, don't take them;
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| I'm a New Testament hippie. |
| I'll build everything this summer;
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| Now I will fly somewhere, the child of the most beautiful comet.
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| I enjoy walking in rags;
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| Though in abundance of coins, drink port wine from the throat;
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| There are simply no templates and rules;
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| There are no templates or rules.
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| I enjoy walking in rags;
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| Though in abundance of coins, drink port wine from the throat;
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| There are simply no templates and rules;
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| There are no templates or rules.
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| They say we need to be treated, but doctors will not help;
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| Pharmacists have no pills, executioners will help here;
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| They say we need to be treated, but doctors will not help;
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| Pharmacists don't have pills, executioners will help here. |