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me out Running against the law and against the time. Wondering what the fuss is all about. Finding a way to dream away your love. Taking it in before they take me out Just like a secret society
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. Let's focus on tomorrow instead. Oh the tragic present said. The past is dead. Who can say what constitutes the most important sector of society?. When the dominant portion seek an instant gratification
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I. White Lands Of Empathica. . The end. . The songwriter's dead. The blade fell upon him. Taking him to the white lands. Of empathica. Of innocence. Empathica. Innocence. . Ii. Home
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I. White Lands Of Empathica. . The end. . The songwriter's dead. The blade fell upon him. Taking him to the white lands. Of empathica. Of innocence. Empathica. Innocence. . Ii. Home
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All the same take me away. We're dead to the world. The child gave thought to the poet's words. Gave comfort to the Fallen. (Heartfelt, lovelorn). Remaining, yet still uninvited. Those words scented
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All the same take me away. We're dead to the world. . The child gave thought to the poet's words. Gave comfort to the Fallen. (Heartfelt, lovelorn). . Remaining, yet still uninvited. Those
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All the same take me away. We're dead to the world. . The child gave thought to the poet's words. Gave comfort to the Fallen. (Heartfelt, lovelorn). . Remaining, yet still uninvited. Those
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All the same take me away. We're dead to the world. . The child gave thought to the poet's words. Gave comfort to the Fallen. (Heartfelt, lovelorn). . Remaining, yet still uninvited. Those
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All the same take me away. We're dead to the world. . The child gave thought to the poet's words. Gave comfort to the Fallen. (Heartfelt, lovelorn). . Remaining, yet still uninvited. Those
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All the same take me away. We're dead to the world. . The child gave thought to the poet's words. Gave comfort to the Fallen. (Heartfelt, lovelorn). . Remaining, yet still uninvited. Those
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. If you wanna be a star, star. Gonna write a hit about Bacardi, parties, bars, cars. If you wanna make money, money. If you wanna be a star, star. Starting to think that. S-s-society sucks, I think I
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I once knew a poet. Who lived before his time. He and his dog spooner. Would listen while he'd rhyme. Words to make ya happy. Words to make you cry. Then one day the poet suddenly did die
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. Sometimes I get so down when you're not around. And I'd rather see you dead, see you dead Tonight you're sleepin' by his side. I tried to see you but you let him decide. I'm a threat now, well are you
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probably get some help. I can't control myself, I'm addicted to the hell. My heart is getting sick from the tar that's on your lips. Oh, baby, you're so bad for my health. Dear society, you've pushed me to
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Dead martyrs, all stigmartyrs. Dead heroes, for fear of zeroes. Dead martyrs always take it further. Dead heroes know no fear Living for some happiness. Find nothing that satisfies. Had a
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(harmonica). Jimmy carl black (vocals). Ahmet zappa (vocals). Moon zappa (vocals) You're the ol' lady from the society pages. From a small town somewhere I used to be. You owned the paper and a bunch of
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Thurston. Society is a hole. It makes me lie to my friends. It's running down my street. With white powers sneakers. On the beautiful beat of black feet. Society is a hole. It beats my friends
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your city down, oh lei-oh lai-oh Lord. 0033. 700. 0037. 730There will come a poet. 0039. 660Whose weapon is His word. 0041. 550He will slay you with His tongue, oh lei-oh lai-oh Lord. 0045. 690Oh lei, oh
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so I can see. Are you just a story in a book. For us to read?. I wanna believe They say that you heal the sick. Breathe life to the dead. You've come to save us all. So they have said. Destroyer
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