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Computers au palais won't mean a thing |
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I break words, beat swords, introduce the sin |
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Fatigue, I'm sick, tired, reversible |
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My toxic tongue, a feather in his cap |
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He wears a thong |
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I'll take you in tow |
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I wanna sail mo' |
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My little Prozac |
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I wanna fall down |
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No, I wanna break down |
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My little Prozac |
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Computers au palais won't mean a thing |
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I break words, beat swords, introduce the sin |
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Fatigue, I'm sick, tired, reversible |
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My toxic tongue, a feather in his cap |
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He wears a thong |
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Fatigue, I'm sick, tired, reversible |
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My toxic tongue, a feather in his cap |
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He wears a thong |
