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Who sings this song? |
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Who knows my head? |
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Who broke my knife? |
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Who sings the wastes |
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When the sun shows its red? |
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Who suffers fools? |
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Who suffers stains? |
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In the real crooked boats |
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In the bottom of pastures |
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The cotton clouds sing: |
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"I am the post between the land and the bridge. |
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Yea, I call my believers to brandish |
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Their photographs of fathers in pools?" |
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Golden bomb |
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Who sings this song |
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That explodes in my palm? |
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Who makes these veins |
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That pulsate in your dawn? |
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Where you are you are you are |
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Slow down, the government is allowed |
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Where's the sun? Where's the sun? |
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Suck your berries or the train will not come |
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Proceed to my front door |
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Institutes must be the boyfriends of lies |
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With my eyes closed |
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Pavements sing of your daughter's reign |
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She's eating pills and calling him again |
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Who sings this song? |
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Who breaks my bread? |
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Who calls the brave? |
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There is a matter in the block |
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In the city, get paid |
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Who sings in pools |
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By the river that's stained? |
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By the pool in the backyard |
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In the pasture, I'll lie |
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With your trembling legs |
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"I am the post between the land and the bridge. |
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Yea, I call my believers to brandish |
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Their photographs of fathers in pools?" |
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Golden bomb |
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Who sings this song |
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That explodes in my palm? |
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Who makes these veins |
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That pulsate in your dawn? |
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Where you are you are you are |
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Slow down, the government is allowed |
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Where's the sun? Where's the sun? |
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Suck your berries or the train will not come |
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Proceed to my front door |
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Institutes must be the boyfriends of lies |
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With my eyes closed |
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Pavements sing of your daughter's reign |
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She's eating pills and calling him again |
