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Lawyer talks, he's so correct, he is respect |
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He learned how to make you feel safe and kill you with a smile |
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And the food so fast, the hair so clean |
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The moon so far, fire so weak |
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All those words flying in the air |
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Cannot see the stars |
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Images, colors, like wrong perfection |
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Wash my brain, dirty it's so clean |
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But who are you? |
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The mixture has no smell |
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Soon you will sit on the bench of those who deny |
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I have my soul |
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You sell a dream you create |
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Condemned by what you condemned before |
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Smooth are the words you sing down and high |
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Underground is your joy your laws |
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Satan is a lawyer |
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You choose the appeerance of the futile |
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Trapped, a coner stops your back, you're out |
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Before you grow you will die... |
