Well, I can break your bones
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And then I'll stab you with them
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There are still things more *ahem* than that
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And I can prepare bird-feeders
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For a winter season
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There are still things more *ahem* than that
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And I can help old lady
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To cross the street
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And there are still things more *ahem* than that
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And I can set myself a fire
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And fall out of a window
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There are still things more *ahem* than that
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So yeah, there is no threat
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There are still things more *ahem* than that
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So yeah, there is no threat
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There are still things more *ahem* than that
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You can cry over your collection
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Of old broken toys
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There are still things oh cuter than that
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And you can chase your bride
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With a frog on your dick
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And there are still things more *ahem* than that
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You can forecast the future
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With a foam on your mouth
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There are still things more *ahem* than that
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And you can dislocate your joints
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And amputate your kidneys
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There are still things more *ahem* than that
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So yeah, there is no threat
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There are still things more *ahem* than that
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So yeah, there is no threat
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There are still things more *ahem* than that
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No Threat
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Gogol Bordello |