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Right now ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. I am an anti-Christ. I am an anarchist,. Don't know what I want. But I know how to get it. I want to destroy the passerby 'Cause I want to be anarchy,. No dogs
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fear and tremble. Come anarchy, come ruin. No longer passive in social servitude. Come anarchy, come ruin. As we follow this path of destruction. As we wander this world without function. Turning
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. Whose side you're on. If suicides an option, . Then write another song. And we can sing along, . We can sing along. We can sing along. When you're dead and gone. . Chorus. . Take the records off
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When the Kingdom comes, he puts his records on. And with his blistered thumb hits play. And with the volume up he goes and fills his cup. And lets the drummer drum take away the pain, the pain
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Right now ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. I am an anti-Christ. I am an anarchist,. Don't know what I want. But I know how to get it. I want to destroy the passerby 'Cause I want to be anarchy,. No dogs
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Right now ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. I am an anti-Christ. I am an anarchist,. Don't know what I want. But I know how to get it. I want to destroy the passerby 'Cause I want to be anarchy,. No dogs
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it's alright. The more things seem to change. The more they stay the same. Don't you hesitate. Girl, put your records on. Tell me your favorite song. You go ahead, let your hair down. Sapphire and faded
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wrong, but it's alright . The more things seem to change, the more they stay the same . Oh, don't you hesitate. . Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song . You go ahead, let your hair down
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