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No more cursing the net |
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Nice if we finally met |
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No more trauma's, trunks and cages |
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Soundproof, outrages |
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No more wolfs, wives persuading |
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Hus ups, justice failing |
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Were we all suspicious |
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He 's back out there, it 's vicious |
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It might not be hip a song called chip |
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It 's cooler you go to rehab |
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But if we had a grip on men like chip |
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A wonderful world it would be |
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A wonderful world it would be |
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No more vico's in pnom peng |
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Weirdos, decent men |
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Turning saints into sluts |
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They were once a victim, so what |
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No more uncle dishonors niece |
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Brother, won't you kill me please! |
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No more marriage cover up |
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Mothers won't stand up |
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It might not be hip a song called chip |
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It 's cooler you go to rehab |
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But if we had a grip on men like chip |
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A wonderful world it would be |
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A wonderful world it would be |
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It might not be hip a song called chip |
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It 's cooler you go to rehab |
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But if we had a grip on men like chip |
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A wonderful world it would be |
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A wonderful world it would be |
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The romans, the greeks, already freaks |
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Knew how to teach, how to preach |
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The prophet at least officially wed |
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"Spare the young captives", Moses said, |
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"Our law says have them in your bed" |
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Sultans had dungeons with different levels |
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Virgins by hundred in taoist legend |
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Ask uncle wu, the Chinese Dutroux |
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Impotent goophers, on viagra in our prisons |
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Dominant pigeons from all kind religions |
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Frustrated cause for once themselves couldn't escape it |
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They hate trade manipulate |
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Jumpin' like squirrels on our boys and girls |
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Makin' it a wild wild world |
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Sick slick runnin' behind their dig |
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Obviously too small for a guy that tall |
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Havin' a ball, laughin' at us all |
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Let's skip being hip |
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Put a chip get a grip |
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Locate them on their trip |
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Telling pearls to sip off that glass |
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Take off that little dress |
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Did I hear you say yes |
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Zip down their pants |
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So called "philes", fans of our children |
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Makes no sense building a fence |
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Most of them are dads like mads |
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Right inside the house |
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Kids trapped like a mouse |
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"Don't tell mum and I'll give you more gum" |
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"Oops, I didn't know she was that young" |
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Handy with candy |
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What did happen to Mandy |
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No more causing harm |
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When using their charm |
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Goes off an alarm |
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No longer pollute our childhood |
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Little 'n red freely in the wood |
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Youth 'll hitch hike again |
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Solution for traffic jam |
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True puppy love |
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Not with a 28 year old glove |
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I know a chip won't do |
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I got another song too |
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Don't look for your name |
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There's no wall of fame |
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... what am I trying to obtain |
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Our society is not sane |
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Luring at daughters Geldof, Cobain |
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Do we all need a chip in our brain? |
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Have to be the same? |
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Can we break the chain? |
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Preteen icons on our fashion magazines |
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In skimpy outfits, the orwellian dream? |
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Tasmanian devils |
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That's our level |
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We can't accept the truth |
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There's no eternal youth |
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We can't afford liberty |
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Cause we have no empathy |
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This is no popsong |
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I can go on |
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No more babies in babies |
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8 year old ladies |
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Untill she tears apart |
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The a whole village without a heart |
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No more secret communities 'n markets |
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Daughters slaughtered such easy targets |
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Somehow hope she's engaged |
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But she's a house aid a slave |
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A hornqueen, last seen on a site where you get! |
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Boys under five |
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With the option to stay alive |
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No more war as excuse |
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No court will accuse |
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No more false accusations |
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'n then chemical castration |
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After years of growing tits |
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His nuts blown to bits |
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He 's found innocent, she admits... |
