| When the world’s got you down
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| Rainy Sundays, sunny town
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| Tropicana, canned foods
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| Botulism, damaged goods
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| See the hipsters in the park
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| Hair so styled, clothes so dark
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| Prefab molded hamburgers
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| I don’t want a bite of yours
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| These burgers are crazy
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| These burgers are crazy
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| These burgers are crazy
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| These burgers are crazy
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| They don’t like you, never will
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| They slip you the happy pill
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| Assimilation, so they think
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| Send you to the naughty shrink
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| You just tell him lies, lies
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| Paranoia, bugs and flies
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| You don’t like them, never did
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| You don’t like them, never did
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| These burgers are crazy
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| These burgers are crazy
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| These burgers are crazy
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| These burgers are crazy |