| Let’s get it started!
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| You and me, we are the people «ordinary»
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| True and free in our soliD-Emo-cracy
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| He and she, they are the people of the dirt
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| They say that overseas
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| There are fishes in the desert
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| Don’t you get the voice behind the wall
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| Don’t you see the Climat-Criminal
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| No more scare me Mista Know-it-all
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| I’m better, stronger, rich and beautiful
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| Let’s get it on, show me where the party’s at
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| In the bunker, sub-superior
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| Ding dong, tell me the Cicada song
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| In the bunker, so much easier
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| What goes around always comes around
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| Everybody’s up when everything is down
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| Time is up, show me where the party’s at
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| Let’s get it started!
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| I’m okay, but there’s a dead bee on my pillow
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| Feeling great, with my honey nut Cheerios
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| In my bunker
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| It’s like the summer last forever
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| It’s much too late to stop
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| Won’t you cut that shit!
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| Don’t you hear the cracking in the wall
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| Don’t you fear the Climat-Criminal
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| Don’t believe what they talk about
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| 'Cause Mama Nature always works it out!
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| Let’s get it on, show me where the party’s at
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| In the bunker, sub-superior
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| Ding dong, tell me the Cicada song
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| Let’s get it started!
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| I’m blind, you’re dead
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| Just wanna be mister rich retarded
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| You died, I’m scared
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| Just wanna be in my bunker’s party
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| Let’s get it on, show me where the party’s at
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| In the bunker, sub-superior
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| Ding dong, tell me the Cicada song
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| In the bunker, so much easier
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| What goes around always comes around
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| Everybody’s up when everything is down
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| Time is up, show me where the party’s at |