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doesn't anybody feel |
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That all these killers should be killed |
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And all these healers should be healed |
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So all these beggers can be filled |
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Now tell me why am i to lie |
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If i'm holding firm and feel the right |
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To lie beside this dog of mine |
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And let that perverted thought really run through my mind |
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I'd scrape my toes across the floor |
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This day's the same as those before |
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And though inside i'm feeling giddy |
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Always wrong for never giving myself an uninvaded door |
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So now i'll take a little glue |
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I'll put together a new glittered room for you |
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So i can start sitting so pretty |
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Instead of sitting here not seein' clear |
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Just sitting here not fittin' here |
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No things ain't fittin' here |
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I'll just lay my head down beside this god of mine |
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And let that perverted thought burn a hole in my mind |
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And if i can't lay my head beside this god of mine |
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Maybe the hunter's dog called god |
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Could be my friend in time |