In the military outpost know as hell
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We was way too drunk of Muscatel
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Prone to fail and get thrown in jail
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From the stories that the TV was known
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To tell
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This night at the end of the world
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Police sirens sing to boys and girls
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Handful of pills to press your curl
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Baby shine that light
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Let your fight unfurl
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My confession is also my blessing
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Hollered Hail Marys suckin on a Smith & Wesson
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May salutations interrupt your isolation
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I'm just like you
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Another profit calculation
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I learned a lot
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From things left at my apartment
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Forgotten papers that you dropped on
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My carpet
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Musical chairs
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You thought your luck was just startin
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Who told the record to stop?
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Took the collection note you left at my spot
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And made you
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Origami
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Woo hoo
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Good morning, Mrs. Smith
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Woo hoo
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Good morning, Mrs. Smith
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In the military outpost know as hell
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We was way too drunk of Muscatel
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Prone to fail and get thrown in jail
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From the stories that the TV was known
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To tell
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This night at the end of the world
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Police sirens sing to boys and girls
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Handful of pills to press your curl
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Baby shine that light
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Let your fight unfurl
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Dancin in my kitchen
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With Sly Stone's permission
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Lit my ignition
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Cursing fascist apparitions
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You said your life was something like the
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Inquisition
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All you could do was lay there in prone
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Position
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I said there's love inside the people
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Connectin
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And interactin
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Strugglin
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Finding direction
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That's why you see insurrection
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Here's some affection
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We the targets of war
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Took the eviction note they tacked on your door
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And made you
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Origami
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Woo hoo
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Good morning, Mrs. Smith
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Woo hoo
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Good morning, Mrs. Smith
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In the military outpost know as hell
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We was way too drunk of Muscatel
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Prone to fail and get thrown in jail
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From the stories that the TV was known
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To tell
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This night at the end of the world
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Police sirens sing to boys and girls
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Handful of pills to press your curl
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Baby shine that light
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Let your fight unfurl
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I heard that power is the rum of the
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Brain and
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For us it's fixin
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Not just numbin
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The pain
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And I'm not just comin complainin
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I'm just explainin
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How this life is a blessin
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I took the farewell note you meant for
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Your exit
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And made you
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Origami
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Woo hoo
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Good morning, Mrs. Smith
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Woo hoo
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Good morning, Mrs. Smith
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Good Morning, Mrs. Smith
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Street Sweeper Social Club |