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All the good, that you discover |
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In people that you hate |
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Draw them close and pencil thin |
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Then they're easy to erase |
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You've got it down, just sing them lines |
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And watch them starve to death |
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Keep them crowded and short of air |
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Then you can take their last breath |
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I'd rather be insulted by you |
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Than someone |
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I respectIf |
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I don't share the same view |
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It's just my birth defect |
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All the good that never comes |
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From always getting your way |
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I'd rather be insulted by you |
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Than someone |
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I respectIf |
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I don't share the same view |
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It's just my birth defect |
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All the good that never comes |
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From always getting your way |
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All the good that never comes |
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From getting your way |
