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Hey you mother f**king son of a bitch, |
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How dare you speak about it like you know, |
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Without strife or strain, |
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Each leg keeps moving, |
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Always deviating from the path. |
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So it's, |
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Left right, |
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Left right, |
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Left right, |
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Back, |
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Don't forget your head where you left it, |
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Now it's too late, |
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Too late, |
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It's so easy to complain, |
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Once you've found a sympathetic ear. |
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Chorus |
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Hey, |
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Wait, |
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Is this the answer? |
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These scars are nothing but a lie, |
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Lay, |
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Waste, |
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Bleeding hearts will always run dry, |
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The worst great depression is my life. |
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So you feel your life is buried in shit? |
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Well I've got some bad news for you, |
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Why don't we share some lines? |
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Slaughtered like swine, |
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California dreams of suicide, |
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You're all P-A-T-H-E-T-I-C, |
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That is how it is and how it stays, |
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I like to take the drugs, |
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'cause love is merely chemical, |
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Throw it all away and suck it down. |
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Chorus |