| Sweep the black super market!
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| Sweep it up with your teeth!
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| Put your feather in a box! |
| (Take off! Take off!)
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| Send it off to me!
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| I smell oxygen, precious.
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| Bareback on your horse.
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| Gallop off course, get off! |
| (Get off! Get off!)
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| Filled with fury’s force.
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| There’s a fire in the peach pit, a blaze in the snake pit
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| You erased it but we saw you fake it
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| There’s blood on the good book, love in the bad brook
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| Suck out all the nerve and make it yours!
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| There’s a fire in the peach pit
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| There’s a fire in the peach pit
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| There’s a fire in the peach pit
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| Saw you fake it…
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| You brought me to my knees.
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| Your art, it brought me to my knees.
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| Your art, it brought me, brought me, brought me
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| You brought me, you brought me to my knees
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| You’re so perfect to please us!
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| You make all the right noise!
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| Get the business clothes off! |
| (Take off! Take off!)
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| And strip down to your voice!
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| We will show you your future
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| and choke the air from your world. |
| (Choke! Choke! Choke!)
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| You can be our once-twice-thrice-four
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| times the goodbye girl!
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| There’s a fire in the peach pit, a blaze in the snake pit
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| You erased it but we saw you fake it
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| There’s a crack in the blank stare, back in the black raised hair
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| It’s not fair!
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| It’s not fair!
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| There’s a fire in the peach pit
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| There’s a fire in the peach pit
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| There’s a fire in the peach pit
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| You brought me to my knees.
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| Your art, it brought me to my knees.
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| Your art, it brought me, brought me, brought me
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| You brought me, you brought me to my knees
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| I don’t know who told you that (who told you that)
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| I don’t know who told you that but it’s a lie, believe me
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| I swear, I shall not deceive thee. |
| (Yeah!)
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| I don’t know who sold you that but it’s a fake
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| I don’t know who sold you that baby but it’s a fake, remind me
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| 'Cause my eyes see straight behind me.
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| Never killed nobody
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| I promise you’re my first;
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| You always remember your first
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| (Okay, here we fuckin' go!)
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| You brought me to my knees.
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| Your art, it brought me to my knees.
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| Your art, it brought me, brought me, brought me
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| You brought me, you brought me to my knees |