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Bit my lip
And it`s the same thing.
Now i`m reduced to a pulp.
Your undisturbed and decorated
Decorations lie.
You`re hounded by pulse
Stabbed by spit
And your brain fits
Despite your ears.
Another one has run in.
Rottin and gossiped,
You`re all used up
With a burst up shell. (?)
Why`re you gonna try it
If you know you don`t like it
How`re you gonna give it up
If you ain`t got it.
Why`re you gonna use it
If you think that it`s broke.
Why`re you gonna swell the show (?)
The things that you`re breaking down, down, down.
Down cold thresh flesh paste
Deliver hate paste.
Voices sick and swelling
You say you don`t like it.
You say you don`t like it.
But you just don`t get it
You just don`t get it.
You`re hounded by pulse,
Stabbed by spit
And your brain shits
To clog your ears.
A casual mark
Made by a bird.
What you lost
With your fair hands.
Why`re you gonna try it
If you know you don`t like it.
How`re you gonna give it up
If you ain`t got it.
Why`re you gonna use it
If you think that it`s broke
Why`re you gonna swell the show
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