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Sweep the black super market! Sweep it up with your teeth! |
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Put your feather in a box! (Take off! Take off!) |
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Send it off to me! |
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I smell oxygen, precious. Bareback on your horse. |
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Gallop off course, get off! (Get off! Get off!) |
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Filled with fury's force. |
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There's a fire in the peach pit, a blaze in the snake pit. |
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(Hey) You erased it but we saw you fake it. |
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There's blood on the good book, love in the bad brook. |
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Suck out all the nerve and make it yours! |
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There's a fire in the peach pit (3x) |
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Saw you fake it... |
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You brought me to my knees. |
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Your art, it brought me to my knees. |
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You're so perfect to please us! You make all the right noise! |
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Get the business clothes off! (Take off! Take off!) |
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And strip down to your voice! |
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We will show you your future and choke the air from your world. (Choke, choke, choke) |
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You can be our once-twice-thrice-four times then goodbye girl! |
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There's a fire in the peach pit, a blaze in the snake pit. |
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(Hey) Erased it but we saw you fake it. |
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There's a crack in the blank stare, back in the black raised hair. |
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It's not fair. |
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There's a fire in the peach pit (3x) |
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You brought me to my knees. |
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Your art, it brought me to my knees. |
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I don't know who told you that (who told you that) |
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I don't know who told you that but it's a lie. |
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Believe me. |
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I swear, I shall not deceive thee. (Yeah!) |
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I don't know who sold you that but it's a fake. |
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I don't know who sold you that baby but it's a fake. |
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Remind me. |
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My eyes see straight behind me. |
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I've never killed nobody. |
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I promise you're my first; |
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You always remember your first. |
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(Okay, here we fuckin' go!) |
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You brought me to my knees. |
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Your art, it brought me to my knees. |
