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I mew and crow to fight my way through the snow. |
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Scratch the surface just to find a second surface. |
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I begged the merchants, "Please serve a purpose other than treason!" |
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There must be another reason to play these songs |
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Best known for being bludgeoned into something to own. |
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The money's been bought up and, surely woman, you can feel it. |
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And the music's all washed-up. |
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They'd rather sell it than steal it. |
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As the festivals run dry, these whorish children can't look you in the eyes |
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As you turn them out and turn them into something beautiful. |
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For the party of the century is still looking for a reason to be. |
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The money's been bought up and, surely woman, you can feel it. |
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And the scene, it's all washed-up. |
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They'd rather sell it than steal it. |
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As the festivals run dry, sweet whorish children, please look them in the eyes. |
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They turn you out and turn you into something less-than-beautiful again |