| Sometimes people are revolting
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| Must cut a short in sixty-thousand volt bad thoughts
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| Sometimes people are colliding
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| Where offal, greed and grief unwittingly meet
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| Am I not sweet enough for you?
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| Am I not sweet enough for you?
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| Sometimes people are disturbing
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| Natural disaster-bent, primed to explode
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| Sometimes people are dividing
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| Breaking apart, breaking it all apart
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| Cracking in half, rip, split, and course through the heart
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| Am I not sweet enough for you?
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| Am I not sweet as sweet can be?
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| Am I not sweet enough for you?
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| Sweet as the sweetest little tear
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| My gooseberry heart bristles
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| When bitter beer hits my quinine tongue
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| My estate, (my wasteland) my undergrowth
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| Is it not sweet enough in song?
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| Am I not sweet enough for you?
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| Am I not sweet as sweet can be?
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| Am I not sweet enough for you?
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| Sweet as the sweetest little tear |