There's so much color,
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The hook.
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I bent down,
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Don't look.
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The flavor,
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Is bate.
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You gag them,
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Regulate.
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Lose our lives,
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An illusion,
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Your hands,
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Are Curing.
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Just send a suggestion,
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So back on,
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The direction.
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Who shot the baby?
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Sell out, we may be,
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Buying the Baby Boom.
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Who shot the baby?
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Unfit and lazy,
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The blames on the baby soon.
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There's too much texture,
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The catch.
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Round second,
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Dispatch.
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Getting them young,
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Gets better alone.
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Who shot the baby?
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Sell out, we may be,
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Buying the Baby Boom.
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Who shot the baby?
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Unfit and lazy,
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The blames on the baby soon.
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Who shot the baby?
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Sell out, we may be,
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Buying the Baby Boom.
|
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Who shot the baby?
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Unfit and lazy,
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The blames on the baby soon.
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Who shot the baby?
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Sell out, we may be,
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Buying the Baby Boom.
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Who shot the baby?
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Unfit and lazy,
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The blames on the baby soon.
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Who Shot The Baby?
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