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Tales are told of terrible men |
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Of anger, poise and pride |
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She's got a lot of pickled onions |
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Hanging from her thighs |
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Then violence solved everything |
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Violence, she solved everything |
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Violence solved everything |
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Violence, she solved everything |
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Get some, get some, no pressure son |
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Get some, get some, no pressure son |
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If you want to press, press us |
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If you want to press, press us |
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If you want to go, if you want to go |
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If you want to go, if you want to go |
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If you want to press, press us |
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She faked her death for maximum love |
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Then loved until she fell |
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She's got a lot of opinions, |
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A present from a friend |
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Then violence solved everything |
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Violence, she solved everything |
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Violence solved everything |
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Violence, she solved everything |
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Get some, get some, no pressure son |
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Get some, get some, no pressure son |
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If you want to press, press us |
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If you want to press, press us |
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If you want to go, if you want to go |
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If you want to go, if you want to go |
