baby, baby
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my car's on empty
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and I've got no wires in my legs
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baby, baby
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my car's on empty
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and I've got bad weather in my bed
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there is passion in the slaughterhouse
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when you're receiving messages from the dead
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i, shoot into my mouth to receive comfort
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when your ghost becomes so permanent
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we were hooked up to electrodes in captivity
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and they studied the effects policy
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the built the worst climate for us to use birth control
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and they laugh as we reproduce like thieves
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baby, baby
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my car's on empty
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and I've got no wires in my legs
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baby, baby
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my car's on empty
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and I've got bad weather in my bed
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Electrodes In Captivity
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| The Chinese Stars |
