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You gave birth to a deaf generation |
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Visual talent is the new sensation |
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The trade in value of soul has dropped to all time low |
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Plastic molds are the new gold |
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You devour virtue and spit out our glamour |
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Faces have become vagrant pieces of abstract art |
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This is rare |
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This is candor |
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This is sound without optical slander |
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You can destroy my face before you rid me of my hands |
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Pry out my eyes and I'll be all ears |
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I won't be the surgeons new canvas |
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Nor will I be the producers new plan |
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This machine doesn't off of music |
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Vanity's a drug and they seem to abuse it |
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You devour virtue and spit out our glamour |
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Faces have become vagrant pieces of abstract art |
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[Dave from |
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We Came As Romans |
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:] |
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"You have killed rock-n-roll and buried it with the average mans aspiration |
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Never will I, never will I, trade myself to be the machines cranking gears |
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You have killed rock-n-roll and buried it with the average mans aspiration |
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Never will I, never will I, trade myself to be the machines cranking gears" |
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This is rare |
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This is candor |
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This is sound without optical slander |
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You can destroy my face before you rid me of my hands |
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Pry out my eyes and I'll be all ears |
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This is rare |
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This is candor |
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This is sound without optical slander |
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You can destroy my face before you rid me of my hands |
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Pry out my eyes and I'll be all ears |
