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I`m a hyper-sonic day dreamer |
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Kicked out of the world |
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My come down was amazing |
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Like your burnt out culture |
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Regress sonic sun man |
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Kick start it and reload |
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The fire now burning |
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Like your world out of control |
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Why so cold ` |
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Cause you`re blown |
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The wicked try to own ya |
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Economic styrofoam |
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Used to be dreaming |
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Now I`m locked in a stranglehold |
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The regress is defiant |
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Like the aging of my face |
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Crowned in hatred`s glory |
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Just like the human race |
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Why so cold ` |
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Cause you`re blown |
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Put the money where your mouth is |
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So I can shove it down your throat |
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Like a hot shot made of plastic |
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With a shattered ego |
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The ticket to the white house |
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Is not a blow job for the poor |
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The rich man gets a suck off ` |
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Cause the president`s his whore |
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Why so cold ` |
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Cause you`re blown |
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This generation descends as witches |
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All that I once loved |
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Now silent in the sun |
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Feel as you scorn thee |
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As your tomorrow`s burning |
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This generation lies dead before me |
