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Woke up confused in a place |
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I didn't know |
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And heard the hissing of an overused stem |
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The air around me is corrupt and on the take |
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Heard someone shout "I think he's breathing again" |
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It seems at first that no-one ever succeeds |
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You shove and shove until you're ready for more |
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And if the truth forgets to visit again |
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Don't take offense, he's never been here before |
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Shove, shove, shove, shove |
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Shove in my head |
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Shove, shove, shove, shove |
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Shoves you instead |
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Shove, shove, shove |
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Puts you flat on your back |
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Shove, shove, shove |
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Till the quiet attacks |
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Feels just like someone sank their teeth in my head |
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They tried to suck away my everlasting soul |
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I talked to |
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God and all his literary friends |
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Said I was late so |
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I just shoved it in again |
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Shove, shove, shove, shove |
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Shove in my head |
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Shove, shove, shove, shove |
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Shoves you instead |
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Shove, shove, shove |
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Puts you flat on your back |
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Shove, shove, shove |
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Till the quiet attacks |
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Shove, shove, shove, shove |
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Shove, shove |
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Shove in my head |
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Shove, shove, shove, shove |
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Shove, shove |
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Shoves you instead |
