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In the most desolate corner |
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Bad case of the urban blues |
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Another brick in the living shadow |
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All inhale the downward spiral |
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Get in line for tragic |
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Let us dance to the pistol magic |
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Just aim and end another |
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But think as I rape your mother |
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Another player joins the table |
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Who I can or cannot trust |
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When do we get assigned? |
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Pure and precious bad intensions |
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Come and join the show |
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All the cameras are ready to go |
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Just aim and end another |
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But think as I rape your mother |
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A single step, a garbled life |
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Where's the profit? |
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And your rage, the pain |
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Will it all be worth it? |
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Genetic, it seems to be |
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Abandon, the mass ideal |
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Let's reunite and brush the dust away |
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We think we're in control |
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Then we become the things we hate |
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Let's reunite and brush the dust away |
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You obtain a prosperous future |
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And the admiration of all |
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Act in "the sensations" media hour |
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All inhale the downward spiral |
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Genetic, it seems to be |
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Abandon, the mass ideal |
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Let's reunite and brush the dust away |
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We think we're in control |
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Then we become the things we hate |
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Let's reunite and brush the dust away |