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Don't you worry. Worry no more |
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YOur own holocaust to wallow in |
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Exaggeration in story telling |
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Merely a statistic in this latitude |
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Don't you worry |
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These words are like bullets |
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They go straight to my head |
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And I grow on greed, with the mother of invention |
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Don't you worry |
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These words are like bullets |
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They go straight to my head |
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The fruits of life, gave me dysentery |
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These words are like bullets |
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They go straight to my head |
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Keep an ear to the ground |
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Only flesh is earthbound |
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Don't you worry no more |
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Worry no more |