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They put the world in a tin can |
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Black market contraband |
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An it hurt just a little bit, when they sliced and packaged it |
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In a long black trench coat |
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two hands around her throat |
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oh |
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you wanna get it right sometimes |
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There's so much to be scared of |
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And not much to make sense of |
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How did the clowns ever get control |
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Ah, if you hear can you let me know |
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How can they invade it, when it's so complicated |
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oh |
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you wanna get it right sometimes |
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you just wanna get it right sometimes |
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That's how you see the world |
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How many times can you say, you can't believe what you heard |
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That's how you see the world |
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Don't you worry yourself, you're not gonna get hurt |
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ooh |
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And there's something missing |
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Seems like there's nobody listening |
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If you're running in a circle, how can you be too careful |
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We don't wanna be man trapped |
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We don't wanna be shrink-wrapped |
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oh |
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We just wanna get it right sometimes |
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We just wanna get it right sometimes |
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That's how you see the world |
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HOw many times have you heard, that you can't believe a word |
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That's how you see the world |
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Ah don't you worry yourself |
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Coz nobody can hurt, you-ooh |
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That's how you see the world |
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That's how you see the world |
