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Y mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longe |
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Y mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longe |
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Because there's never gonna be enough space |
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So eat the meek, savour the taste |
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It's always gonna be a delicacy |
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Lick your chops and eat the meek |
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Y mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longe |
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Y mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longe |
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The factory mass producing fear, bottled, |
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Capped, distributed near and far |
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Sold for a reasonable price |
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And the people, they love it, they feed it |
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Brush with it, bathe with it, breathe it |
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Inject it direct to the blood |
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It seems to be replacing love |
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Y mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longe |
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Y mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longe |
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Because there's always gonna be token truth |
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Forgotten code discarded youth (discarded youth) |
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You know there's always gonna be pedigree |
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One own the air one pay to breathe |
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Y mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longe |
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Y mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longe |
