| Riding on the rickshaw
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| Taking in the sights
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| Passing all the sicko bars
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| Pulling out a light
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| Sucking in the super jets
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| Blowing out the news
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| Feels like a tragedy
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| I got the slicker city blues
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| The flowers of evil
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| The flowers of evil
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| Ah, the flowers of evil
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| Will surely grow
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| Crackle up your color box
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| Count up all your change
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| Make it all seem tolerable
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| Get yourself enraged
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| Ah, give 'em all a sucker punch
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| Bring it to a head
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| And shove it down their throats
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| All eyes are flashing red, yeah
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| The flowers of evil
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| Ah, the flowers of evil
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| Oh, the flowers of evil
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| Will surely grow
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| And going through motions of life
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| Oh, and dancing
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| Dancing 'neath the stars and the strife
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| Going through motions of life
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| Oh, and dancing
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| Dancing 'neath the stars and the strife
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| Yeah, dancing by the sea stars
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| Shaking up a shirt
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| Ah, throw away your language
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| Ah, keep from getting hurt
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| And falling through the night
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| And falling through the day
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| We’re living in some faulty times
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| You can hear them say
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| The flowers of evil
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| The flowers of evil
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| The flowers of evil
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| Will surely grow
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| Ah, will surely grow
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| The flowers of evil
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| Will surely grow
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| The flowers of evil
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| Ah, ah, will surely grow
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| The flowers of evil
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| Oh, the flowers of evil
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| Will surely grow |