In the grey of yesterday
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A breeze blew over exposing
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A memory so small
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What is it here for
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Your virility, makes me forget empathy
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Dig your hole
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That's what we're here for
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To make you feel important
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cause you knew we were aborted
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It's the same things that we're saying all the time
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And they have have everything
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They kept there ribs, i'm sure of it
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It's what they're all about
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But getting inside counts
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Mass virility, has made me forget empathy
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Dig your hole
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It's what we're here for
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To make you feel important
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cause you knew we were aborted
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It's the same things that were saying all the time
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(they may be views , but they'll never be mine)
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The mid-shelf masturbation
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Leaves a smear on half the nation
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Its the same things that they're saying all the time
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Oh your virility, has made me forget empathy
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dig your hole
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its what they're here for
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To make you feel important
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cause you knew we were aborted
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its the same things that we're saying all the time
|
|
The mid-shelf masturbation
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Leaves a smear on half the nation
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It's the same things that they're saying all the time
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We Were Aborted
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| The Cribs |
