| Walking the street with her naked feet
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| So full of rhythm but I can’t find the beat
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| Snapping her heels clicking her toes
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| Everybody knows just where she goes
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| Fear, fear, she’s the mother of violence
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| Making me tense to watch the way she breed
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| Fear, she’s the mother of violence
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| You know self-defense is all you need
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| It’s getting hard to breathe
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| It’s getting so hard to believe
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| To believe in anything at all
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| Mouth all dry eyes blood shot
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| Data stored in microdot
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| Kicking the cloud with my moccasin shoes
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| T.V. dinner, T.V. news
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| Fear, fear, she’s the mother of violence
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| Don’t make any sense to watch the way she breed
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| Fear, she’s the mother of violence
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| Making me tense to watch the way she feed
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| The only way you know she’s there
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| Is the subtle flavor in the air
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| Getting hard to breathe
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| Hard to believe in anything at all, but fear |