C¡¯mon we¡¯re young, we¡¯re young
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yet we¡¯ll be dead as soon
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c¡¯mon we came, we came
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from our mother¡¯s womb to swoon
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Brave Bulging Buoyant Clairvoyants
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Adopting this young spirit of sin
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To make the most, before we turn to ghost
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Before, old friend, life¡¯s just a means to an end
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To make the most, before we turn to ghost
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swig the bottle, bottle
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slap the face of Aristotle
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race me, race me, race me, race me
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in yer fourth hand jalopy
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Brave Bulging Buoyant Clairvoyants
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Adopting this young spirit of sin
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To make the most, before we turn to ghost
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Before, old friend, life¡¯s just a means to an end
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To make the most, before we turn to ghost
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my mother, she said, ¡°you don¡¯t delve in taboo¡±
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but mother, my moribund will come
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when I¡¯m through with taboo
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Brave Bulging Buoyant Clairvoyants
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Adopting this young spirit of sin
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To make the most, before we turn to ghost
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Before, old friend, life¡¯s just a means to an end
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To make the most, before we turn to ghost
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That sink and pull in the guts
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Brave Bulging Buoyant Clairvoyants
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| Wild Beasts |
