| The whispering, May hurt you, But the printed word might kill you
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| The whispering, May hurt you, But the printed word might kill you
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| So don’t let the blue, The blue eyes fool you
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| They’re just gelignite, Loaded and aiming right between your eyes
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| CDs and T-shirts, promos and God knows, You know I couldn’t last, Someone please
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| take me home
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| The teenagers, Who love you, They will wake up, yawn and kill you
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| The teenagers, Who love you, They will wake up, yawn and kill you
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| So don’t let the blue, The blue eyes fool you
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| They’re just gelignite, Loaded and aiming right between your eyes
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| CDs and T-shirts, promos and God knows
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| You know I couldn’t last, Someone please take me home
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| There’s a cash register ringing and
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| It weighs so heavy on my back, Someone please take me home
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| The critics who, Can’t break you
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| They somehow help to make you
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| The critics who, Can’t break you, Unwittingly they make you
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| So don’t let the good days, Of the gold discs, Creep up and mug you
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| With evil legal eagles, You know I couldn’t last, Accountants rampant, You know
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| I couldn’t last
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| Every -ist and every -ism, Thrown my way to stay, And the northern leeches go
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| on, Removing, removing, removing
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| Then in the end, Your royalties bring you luxuries, Your royalties bring you
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| luxuries, Oh but
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| The squalor of the mind, The squalor of the mind, The squalor of the mind, The |