| Being just contaminates the void
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| Being just contaminates the void
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| I remember, some years back, a punky reggae party
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| And a girl who measured your neck
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| Oh I dream of Antwoman
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| With her Audrey Hepburn feelers
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| And her black and white stripes
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| I know my type and she’s out there
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| I know my type and she’s out there
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| With the cactus and the succulent
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| Oh she rises and she hops and then she eats you
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| Then she eats you
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| I ain’t gonna argue with a dame like that
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| See the birds
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| Scattered on your dressing gown
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| See the dark seeds
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| See the dark barristers gliding away
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| Gotta do lunch before you get down
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| To some real judging
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| «Vengeance is mine,» saith the Lord
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| Alright for you and you only
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| Being just contaminates the void
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| Everybody!
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| Being just contaminates the void
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| I remember a punky reggae party
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| And a girl who measured your neck
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| 'Cause I dream of Antwoman
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| With her Audrey Hepburn feelers
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| And her black and white stripes
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| In a southerly breeze
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| In a southerly breeze
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| In a southerly breeze |