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Grass grows greener |
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On the other side |
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Corn grows sweeter |
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On the other side |
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And I watch, and I watch, and I watch |
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And I see too much |
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And I broke my face and my head |
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Grows too much |
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God spits on my soul |
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There's something dead inside my hole |
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In my hole, in my hole, in my hole |
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I step crueler |
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But less defined |
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Striped cats cooler |
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But so refine |
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And I want to see |
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What I want to be |
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And I see me on a toxic screen |
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And I'm dancing to a scream |
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God spits on my soul |
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There's something dead inside my hole |
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In my hole, in my hole, in my hole |
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How can something crawl within |
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My rubber holy baked bean tin |
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It's God to me, it's God to me |
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This is heart and soul |
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Oh, heart and soul |
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Yeah, heart and soul |
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Oh, heart and soul |
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Oh, heart, heart, heart, heart and soul |
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Heart and fucking soul |
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My heart and soul |
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My heart and soul |
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My heart and soul |
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Heart and soul |
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Heart and soul |
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Yeah, heart and soul |
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Yeah, heart and soul |
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Yeah, heart, heart, heart |
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Heart, heart, heart, heart, heart |
