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Get around to meditate on |
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Meditate on a crucial point |
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Death goes on, on and on |
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Watcha gonna do about it? |
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Do you wanna look on at industrial smog |
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How it cripples your little dog |
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And turn the surface of the deep blue sea |
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Turn into a black substance? |
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Sticky and dead, yeah |
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Holidays at wreckage hills will |
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Spread abroad like football and |
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Fresh water-ration-privateer |
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Will become profession of your son |
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Tryin' to get the best of it |
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Fellow that won't do |
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Friend make haste before you feel |
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The knife at your throat |
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Rusty and cold |
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Suicide, suicide |
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Seems to be the fate |
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What the future has in store |
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For the human race |
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Hey, what now, baby |
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Suicide, suicide |
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Seems to be the fate |
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What the future has in store |
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For the human race |
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Holidays at wreckage hills will |
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Spread abroad like football and |
|
Fresh water-ration-privateer |
|
Will become profession of your son |
|
Tryin' to get the best of it |
|
Fellow that won't do |
|
Friend make haste before you feel |
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The knife at your throat |
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Rusty and cold |
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Suicide, suicide |
|
Seems to be the fate |
|
What the future has in store |
|
For the human race |
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Hey, what now, baby |
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Suicide, suicide |
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Seems to be the fate |
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What the future has in store |
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For the human race |
