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My mind is dull and faded |
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From these years of buy and sell |
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My eyes have seen the glory |
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Of this hollow modern shell |
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And sex is a grand production |
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But I'm bored with that as well |
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Ah, ah, Lord save me from myself |
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Electric sun keep shining |
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Ripen daughters of the chrome |
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This world is where I breathe |
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Let it never be called home |
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Where the vultures make the money |
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Is where our bodies fell |
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Ah, ah, Lord save me from myself |
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Where the vultures make the money |
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Yeah, I'm bored with that as well |
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Ah, ah, ah, Lord save me from myself |