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Lower lifeboats as you sail through murky water |
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Wear your blindfold, ball and chain. August daughter |
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Muzzle your mouth, dose you up |
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Lay on the ground, celebrate new blood |
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No sugarcoat, stitch you up |
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Head in a cone. Where's the commission? |
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Fear the cold exteriors |
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Tall shadows, Surveillance |
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Fear the scent, the lukewarm breath |
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Clench your toes and bite your tongue |
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Aching, you beg on your knees, loosening collar |
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Shake that old pinball machine for stiff dollars |
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Refuse demands throwing fists |
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Head in the sand where you don't exist |
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Freed like a discarded fish |
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Unprofitable, too old to learn new tricks |
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Fear the cold exteriors |
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Tall shadows, Surveillance |
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Fear the scent, the lukewarm breath |
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Clench your toes and bite your tongue |
