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Walking the street with her naked feet, |
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So full of rhythm but I can't find the beat. |
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Snapping her heels, clicking her toes, |
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Everybody knows just where she goes. |
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Fear, Fear, she's the mother of Violence, |
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Making me tense to watch the way she breed. |
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Fear, she's the mother of Violence, |
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You know self-defense is all you need. |
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It's getting hard to breathe, |
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It's getting so hard to believe, |
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To believe in anything at all. |
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Mouth all dry, eyes bloodshot, |
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Data stored on a microdot. |
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Kicking the cloud with my moccasin shoes, |
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TV dinner, TV news. |
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Fear, Fear, she's the mother of Violence, |
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Don't make any sense to watch the way she breed. |
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Fear, she's the mother of Violence, |
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Making me tense to watch the way she feed. |
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The only way you know she's there |
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Is the subtle flavor in the air. |
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Getting hard to breathe, |
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Getting hard to believe in anything at all |
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But Fear. |
