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Stray dogs running from their houses of pain |
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White smoke rises from where no one's to blame |
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Fallen use of their love and the fruits of the fame |
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Our cries on the street and parades of pride |
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All eyes on the crackled walls inside |
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While eyes, it goes fall down from the sky |
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I'll be on the run all noon and soon dry in the sun |
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I will come out (I will come out) |
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Sticks and stones will break our bones and all that's made of gold |
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I will come out (I will come out) |
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A few tears from the mount, resembling oak |
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Ten cuffs from the branded nobody's moulds |
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I thought you were crude, now I know you were glucked |
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When we fed your dog, we knew it would choke |
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I'll be on the run all noon and soon dry in the sun |
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I will come out (I will come out) |
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Sticks and stones will break our bones and all that's made of gold |
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I will come out (I will come out) |
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I'll be on the run all noon and soon dry in the sun |
| [02:29.094] |
I will come out (I will come out) |
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Sticks and stones will break our bones and all that's made of gold |
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I will come out (I will come out) |
