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In the cracks of the street |
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You'll be hearing all the tracks of the street |
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In the hole of the plan |
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You'll be feeling all the shit from the fan |
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All the cats on the scene |
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Can't stop licking and it's |
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Curdling the cream |
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All you kitty cats |
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Crawling up the slats |
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Won't you lick it up |
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Lap it up |
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There's a rattling |
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From the tins |
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And a battle |
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Rising up from the bins |
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So what you read |
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What you fed |
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Broken bread everywhere that I tread |
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All the cats on the scene |
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Can't stop licking and it's |
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Curdling the cream |
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All you kitty cats |
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Crawling up the slats |
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Won't you lick it up |
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Lap it up |
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Broken bread |
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You leave me broken |
