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This songs made up, made second rate |
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Cosmetic music, powderpuff |
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Pop tunes, false rhymes, all lightweight bluffs |
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Second-hand ideas, no soul, no hate |
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Wasn't mean to be |
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Built on complacency |
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The nightmares ride away |
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When you refuse to play |
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Oh go and read a book |
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It's so much more worth while |
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Being a song-smith crook |
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Study death in style |
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Death in style |
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This language used is all worn out |
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A walking corpse that won't play dead |
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Disease dragged on from bed to bed |
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Pay for your twist, paid for shout |
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Wasn't meant to be |
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Built on complacency |
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Open your eyes and see |
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That lie is not for we |
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Raise a rope and a knife |
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Cut it out - the lie |
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I don't want to decay |
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Take the short cut away |
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Oh go and read a book |
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It's so much more worthwhile |
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Being a song-smith crook |
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Study death in style |
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Study death in style |
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Heard you calling through the drumbeat |
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Answered with sticks and bones |
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Scream, shout, and dance about the campfire |
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You can hear the question, can you feel the reply? |
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Heard you calling through the drumbeat |
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Heard you calling through the drumbeat |
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Can you hear the question, feel the reply? |
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Can you hear the question, feel the reply? |
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Hymn from a village |
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The hymn from a village |
