Here's the spray set for the ozon health
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and the glasses to see 'round all corners and bends
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My mind is happy, thinking 'bout a ball
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and at the same time the media spits out
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the reality of war
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So it's rust in all the cells
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Santa Claus wipes the jingle bells
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Never their harmonies reach old charme
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Guns sending their greetings without alarms
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Peace for hip waste, business called love
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cigarette strength, beauty on the rocks
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Internet freaks work with holy trends
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'til four ill seasons, working at the same time,
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are the last thing on earth what's left
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So it's rust in all the cells
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Santa Claus wipes the jingle bells
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Never their harmonies reach old charme
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Bombs sending their greetings without alarms
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Rusty Cells
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| Depressive Age |
