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Will you sigh for my protective drive? |
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Enduring with your manuscripted, overcharged denial |
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Twisted mind, sedated, neutralized |
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So won't you turn and buy me shots with gently tending eyes? |
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All that you planned: remade and over-organized |
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Will you drive? |
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And let me be on trial? |
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For not taking the talking part |
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And ruining our night |
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All that you planned: remade and over-organized |
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And never really meant |
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All that was new due to your big master plan |
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Simply failed |
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So give yourself a treat |
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The drummer goes berserk |
