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The evil is not in extremes |
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It's in the aftermath |
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The middle mass |
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After the fact |
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Vulturous in the aftermath |
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Summer close season |
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A quiet dope and cider man |
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But during the season |
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Hard drug and cider mates |
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The boy is like a tape loop |
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The boy is like a uh-uh |
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Not much contact |
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Drinking, the men wait |
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They are set at nought |
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Because cripple states a holy state |
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Because cripple states a holy state |
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The werhmacht never got in here |
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The werhmacht never got in here |
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The werhmacht never got in here |
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The werhmacht never got in here |
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Thought it took us six years |
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The werhmacht never got in here |
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And living here you whisper, bub |
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And living here you whisper, bub! |
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This boy is like a tape loop |
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And he has soft mitts |
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But he's the last domain |
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Of a very black, back room brain |
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He learned a word today |
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The word's misanthropy |
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And he's running to and from |
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The cats from tin pan alley |
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And he's running with and from |
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The cats from tin pan alley |
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And going down the alley |
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Take the cats from the alley |
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Up to them |
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The alley's full of cats from tin pan |
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Come into the back room brian |
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And meet |
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The middl mass |
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The middl mass |
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Vulturous in the aftermath |
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Middl mass |
