| Where have all the people gone
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| Whose lives are no longer of use to them?
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| But this system bites habit forming,
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| But this single file is so contagious.
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| But black eyes breed gossip
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| These perverse and perversions alike.
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| Just like these perverse and perversions.
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| Hibernate while you’re still young,
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| You are getting older, so much older,
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| So much older than you think, still
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| Not far but years away,
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| Your hands’ll snake out in a serpent smile.
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| Crank the tap, itch, brimming with suspicions,
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| The burrows are brimming with suspicions.
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| Where have all the people gone
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| Whose guns are gold cold son of a bitch?
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| «I'll travel anywhere I like», he says.
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| «I'll travel anywhere I please», he says.
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| Your guns, big guns, suck life.
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| These perverts and perversions alike.
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| Just like this perverts and perversions.
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| Hibernate while you’re still young,
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| You are getting older, so much older,
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| So much older than you think, still
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| Not far but years away,
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| Your hands’ll snake out in a serpent smile.
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| Crank the tap, itch, brimming with suspicions,
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| The burrows are brimming with suspicions.
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| Where have all the trumpets gone,
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| That played us «la-da da-da-da»?
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| The priest’s on the boat and hell is on its way.
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| The priest’s on the boat and hell is on its way.
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| The priest’s on the boat and hell is on its way.
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| The priest’s on the boat and hell is on its way.
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| The priest’s on the boat and hell is on its way.
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| The priest’s on the boat and hell is on its way.
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| The priest’s on the boat and hell is on its way.
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| The priest’s on the boat and hell is on its way.
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| The priest’s on the boat and hell is on its way.
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| The priest’s on the boat and hell is on its way.
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| The priest’s on the boat and hell is on its way. |