| I'm tired of being sensible and sane
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| Life is a skillfully dancing balancing act
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| Move me to the rhythm of stomping and clapping
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| It bothers me a lot that the pampers have bank compartments
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| While others are anchored in pankma
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| The same people that the trustees want to review
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| The pennies are quite inaccessible
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| May the hell take me a chance for a few years to manage for sure
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| Prices are rising at times
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| We buy more but we know just as little about life
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| It's total misery or career
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| Some barrier or the plans that never carry
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| Which cuts into the chest and eats away at the voice
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| Feels best in the summer and something like that in the fall
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| When the economy goes down, then we screw up, up
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| This is not fine culture, it's subculture
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| The old men get itchy but I'm convinced
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| That where our path leads is us who will guide them
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| Say yes because it takes so little
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| But we stand here, making noise and screaming
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| If there is one thing you can trust
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| Is that we continue to keep shouting at
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| Oh you know it will make a difference what they do
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| We will stand firm until the day we die
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| And oh yes there is no doubt
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| If you need the funk, we will bring it
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| Sing for life I run around and take it for granted
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| Yes, 49 lines were written for the beat
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| So far, things have gone well with bad elements
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| But time flies by with fluttering wings
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| There are holes In my hourglass the sand flows out of it
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| Ask about Timbuk he the little brown
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| What do we do? |
| What are we destroying from Cape Town to Hörby
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| Everyone says be happy and polite
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| Asparagus it is straight from an ear file
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| I wake up soon with a brakstar and we drive
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| The world sinks deep into dormancy
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| My conscience calls but I e too sick o answer
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| So you can just nibble more moral cookies man
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| Know yourself, otherwise maybe the central computer can
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| Categorize me, you, you, us and them
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| Then wonder what we're screaming about
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| I see men in suits and pixies in ties
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| But I want to reduce the volume of dull ministers
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| But if, some people flee but some want them
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| The last thing you find is someone who has sense and sense
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| It's hot as fire if someone tells the truth sometimes
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| I look everywhere but I see it damn nowhere
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| It's up to us, the people must take it back
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| O pick them down a few pinholes to the law of the street
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| If they practice zero tolerance, we will do the same
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| Tolerate zero shit on your TV
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| Because they push us down easily with their criminal code
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| Oh that too, though and after all
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| After all, after all, even though I jumped and pretended
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| Even though I regret it often
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| Even though I thought I understood what it costs
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| Even though I lived there and fell asleep on the couch
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| Despite the defiance a breach of the odds
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| Has gone to the bottom even though I disconnected it
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| The defiance is loose, despite what an island
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| Despite that very dull despite what we needed
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| Have we not received for free despite what we took and fought
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| Nevertheless, it is daily as usual
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| Nevertheless, it is braig pleasantly harmful or dangerous
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| Even though we have pulled and come back to where it was raining
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| After all, it is so when everything goes against you, you have to defy
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| If you get a chance to twist it, you have to grab it
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| So jump on and we go on defiant trains |