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Drowning in polyester |
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shouting from the ghetto blaster |
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your voice again |
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how come my ayes won't shut anymore |
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such a struggle it feels like war |
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baby please don't spread |
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this radioactive rood in my head |
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and we must be fools |
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cause one day soon it's over |
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and we must be fools |
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now I can feel December |
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I hear something |
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footsteps on a volcano |
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cracking and splitting |
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I hear steps |
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dull steps |
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your machine gun hides the sun |
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baby chill baby chill |
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I wonder how it feels |
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watching the world through serene eyes |
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now this is what I seek |
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baby chill baby chill |
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I want to stop this film |
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I'm giving up |
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hear the siren's sounds |
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it all became obscene |
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and we must be fools |
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if we can't handle this |
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yes we must be fools |
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if we can't repair this |