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| 8:16 | 
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All of them, they must be slaughtered
The father, the son They guide the lonely goat The mind it takes to end a plea He wants the best for all of us |
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| 2. |
| 1:59 |
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MOMBIUS HIBACHI
The shining Chinese Holding yang What's the difference A light for all time The buried secret Sings together What's the hurry You're not Harry To lose your mind Keep it open |
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| 3. |
| 2:10 |
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LOVELY BUTTERFLY
Nasty nature done for meat Have you cut with all three knives? Sing light for empty suite The lovely butterfly Have you ever only eaten what's alive? Cut the thing for meat Skin cooker for the hide Cooked on the inside I got a belly full of prime Crawling through my intestine Gristle-thick pork chop rot tan The lovely butterflys |
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| 4. |
| 3:36 |
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Can you hear their timing prophecy?
Have the only other why's it trusting all again? Listen to the baby sigh It's only happening the boiling rose of love This green is mine world Is the only air installed the soldiers sighing way I've got an industry To know the fill is not to save |
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| 5. |
| 12:12 |
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And all this time we're free from the void
The world's darkening for me, and I can't fight The wheels all the way, the underside |
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| 6. |
| 2:17 |
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You'll always have a home here to make whatever kind of records you want
We don't do special packaging for bands that haven't gone gold! They rejected your video, so what do you want us to do? You should consider yourself lucky, any other major label would've dropped you by now. The people here in radio just don't like your band. At least your records are in the stores. Well we won't do a thing unless the single moves He's in a meeting, can he call you right back? |
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| 7. |
| 3:27 | 
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| 8. |
| 3:18 |
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Follow the ride
This time so right Opening so vitally Left to die Drown in an overbend I let it out Green was sympathy In doubt And all the rabbits have come and died |
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| 9. |
| 4:12 |
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Half my summary, half my sense
Took a whole lot of money aid, said it was defense A man with the grin, smiled at me A tip of his hat, threatened to let go of me He made it all go down, took off my coat But I bid him, for good It was here I'd lock the load Denied for all his own Little baby, Rattle sharp candy And I wanna stick around What the world needs now, Wings and the know-how Greet him with a grin This little fatherless, sings in a modernly Until you're old With a synonym we let it all begin again Far away |
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| 10. |
| 29:24 |
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