We hear your one hand clapping.
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It's music to our ears.
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You don't like the way we sound.
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We don't like the way you hear.
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Sorry we ain't hard enough to piss your parents off.
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Hatred's not our policy.
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We tried that game and lost.
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You keep saying you're just killing time.
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Be careful,
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You're killing some of mine.
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I don't want it.
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Keep it to yourself.
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You can't help it,
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So put it on a shelf.
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Well hate makes hate.
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It percolates.
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You're brewing up a storm.
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This song's the head of your coffee spoon,
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Mirroring your form.
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The distortion's pretty accurate.
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I'd say your head's about that size.
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Your vision's been so striken by those beady little eyes.
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And all the broken nursery rhymes.
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Old hopes cracked open by cynical minds.
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We'll try to work them out sometime.
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I wouldn't want to be so cool in a world about to freeze.
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You're so hard you're brittle.
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You shatter easily.
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And no one's there to pick you up
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'cause you fucked with all your friends.
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Lying there like an unpieced puzzle nobody can mend.
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Incomplete
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Jawbreaker |