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Be careful what you pray for... you might just get it |
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Don't try to be a hero |
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Or you'll regret it |
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Every little thing looks bad if you remember it |
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Wake up and smell the mildew |
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...Then just forget it |
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The wings of liberty have lost their feathers |
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The tide turns way too often |
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It's stormy weather |
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We waited long and hard |
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Hell bent for heather |
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How can one so empty |
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Remain together ever? |
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There are no pro's in prostitution |
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There is no rest in restituition |
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But there's always in's to the institution |
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I keep mute in my mutilation |
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Put up no fuss in my frustration |
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Don't try to be a hero |
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Or you'll regret it |
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Be careful what you pray for |
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You might just get it |
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We waited long and hard |
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Birds of a feather |
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How can two so empty |
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Remain together ever? |
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There are no pro's in prostitution |
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There is no rest in restituition |
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But there's always in's to the institution |
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I keep mute in my mutilation |
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Put up no fuss in my frustration |
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Shun... shun... shun |
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There are no pro's in prostitution |
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There is no rest in restituition |
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But there's always in's to the institution |
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I keep mute in my mutilation |
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Put up no fuss in my frustration |