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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 blood shot |
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data stored in microdot |
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Kicking the cloud with my moccasin shoes |
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T.V. dinner, T.V. 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 flavour in the air |
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Getting hard to breathe |
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hard to believe in anything at all |
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But fear |
