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Sans sonnet |
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Your nimble lyrics tangle the pen |
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Now bleeding |
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It's your thing at least until you give it away |
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Fade to daft |
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Play the ugly one for me |
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And the ugly is the good one |
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And that's the right one to get this across |
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Grand idea |
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Reject them, reject them |
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But respect them |
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Till everybody can |
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Inspect them, inspect them |
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And accept them |
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Everybody must give consent |
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Sick and faint |
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Hes gurgling on his own stupid voice |
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To hear himself talk |
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A rising, dull chorus of the feeble who beg |
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Their own death |
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Everybody must give consent |
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You slam the door in your own second face |
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I promise you now, we won't keep your mistake |
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Closing in on your will to conspire |
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And as you're sailing on to a blue sea of fire |
