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No change no pleasure no jokes no sex |
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No choice no morals no ethics no depth |
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No colour no fight no freedom no life |
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Profound creation, temptation is swept |
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I hear knocking on my door |
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I wonder how it's possible |
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That I just sit here in my room |
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Watching some TV |
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Thinking of nothing and nothing |
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And I don't know how |
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Does anybody have the nerve |
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To come to my door |
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And sell the world of God |
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I wonder what's the remedy |
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And I can move on with my life |
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Before you people are through |
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With the extinction of the universe |
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You save the world from me |
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I wonder who will be left over... |
