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Your words will one day spite your face
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And another mouth will come and take its place
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It'll speak and speak and speak and sputter me dry
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I will never understand the motive drive
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Muck
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You
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Up
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Muck
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In a dream I wander on
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To the bell tower, writing songs
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So I crumple this page, and rip it up
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Never piece my broken heart to you
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Muck
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You
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Up
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Muck
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Your words will one day spite your face
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And another mouth will come and take its place
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It'll speak and speak and speak and sputter me dry
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I will never understand the motive drive
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Muck
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Your words will spite your face
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Your words will spite your face
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Spiteface
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Spiteface
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Spiteface
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Spiteface
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Spiteface
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| The smashing pumpkins |
