| Wading through the chaos to where the crones sit,
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| It’s where my bones fit, where I’m comfortable.
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| No-one can deny me my natural instincts:
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| They’re what I’m drawn to, where I waste my time.
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| Rationalise your own revolution:
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| It can be easily compressed.
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| Touch his skin, he feels like a man.
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| Touch his skin, he feels like a man.
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| Make light of greedy promoters:
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| They can be easily bypassed.
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| Touch his skin, he feels like a man.
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| Touch his skin, he feels like a man.
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| That fly, that damned fly
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| Makes me sick, leaves me compromised.
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| There must be a logic behind the madness.
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| If it’s financial then it’s deeply flawed.
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| Someone should remind them that in this business
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| Bad acoustics are an awful start.
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| Rationalise your own revolution:
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| It can be easily compressed.
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| Touch his skin, he feels like a man.
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| Touch his skin, he feels like a man.
|
| Make light of greedy promoters:
|
| They can be easily bypassed.
|
| Touch his skin, he feels like a man.
|
| Touch his skin, he feels like a man.
|
| That fly, that damned fly
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| Makes me sick, leaves me compromised.
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| Rationalise your own revolution:
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| It can be easily compressed.
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| Without the young and the desperate,
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| They won’t have anyone left. |