| Tales are told of terrible men
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| Of anger, poise and pride
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| She’s got a lot of pickled onions
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| Hanging from her thighs
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| Then violence solved everything
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| Violence, she solved everything
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| Violence solved everything
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| Violence, she solved everything
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| Get some, get some, no pressure son
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| Get some, get some, no pressure son
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| If you want to press, press us
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| If you want to press, press us
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| If you want to go, if you want to go
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| If you want to go, if you want to go
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| She faked her death for maximum love
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| Then loved until she fell
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| She’s got a lot of opinions,
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| A present from a friend
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| Then violence solved everything
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| Violence, she solved everything
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| Violence solved everything
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| Violence, she solved everything
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| Get some, get some, no pressure son
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| Get some, get some, no pressure son
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| If you want to press, press us
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| If you want to press, press us
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| If you want to go, if you want to go
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| If you want to go, if you want to go |