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So c'mon join the party |
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For the things we don't like |
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So c'mon let's be boring, like we always try |
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This is our mega-culture, |
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This is our enjoying culture |
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(living inside) |
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We don't like to step outside |
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And glance under sand |
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'coz we might see the people, |
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Reaching out their hands |
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But it's fucking culture: no-one can join the party |
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Death party |
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So let's make a decision and find the new vision |
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Which is buried deep under the ground |
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We feel so confused |
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We don't know what to do |
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The old primitive man's hiding there still |
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Trash flash uniform... |
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Let's tear off this old uniform |
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Why can't we be what we are |
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Let's make a decision and find the new vision |
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Which is buried deep under the ground |
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Trash flash uniform.. |
