| All your friends are kleptomaniacs
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| They steal your concentration
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| And they never give it back again
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| Shoot
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| Rock had a baby and they called it «Aah»
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| The baby had a baby, got no calls at all
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| Ain’t no loathing, like self-loathing
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| Prison guards ain’t free
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| The fellowship of hell
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| Can’t help you now
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| The fellowship of hell
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| Sweet
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| This hunk of junk keeps rolling down the road
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| Careening off the guardrail for the epilogue
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| No delusion, like self-delusion
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| Who will use it now?
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| The fellowship of hell
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| Can’t help you now
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| The fellowship of hell
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| The fellowship of hell
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| Can’t help you now
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| The fellowship of hell
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| Can’t help you now
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| The fellowship of hell |