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C'mon we're young, we're young |
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Yet we'll be dead as soon |
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c'mon we came, we came |
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from our mother's womb to swoon |
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Brave Bulging Buoyant Clairvoyants |
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Adopting this young spirit of sin |
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To make the most, before we turn to ghost |
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Before, old friend, life's just a means to an end |
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To make the most, before we turn to ghost |
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Swig the bottle, bottle |
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slap the face of Aristotle |
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race me, race me, race me, race me |
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in yer fourth and jalopy |
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Brave Bulging Buoyant Clairvoyants |
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Adopting this young spirit of sin |
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To make the most, before we turn to ghost |
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Before, old friend, life's just a means to an end |
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To make the most, before we turn to ghost |
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my mother, she said 'you don't delve in taboo' |
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but mother my moribund will come |
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when I'm through with taboo |
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Brave Bulging Buoyant Clairvoyants |
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Adopting this young spirit of sin |
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To make the most, before we turn to ghost |
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Before, old friend, life's just a means to an end |
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To make the most, before we turn to ghost |
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That sink and pull in the guts |
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That's this foolhardy flux |
