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You love us
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#632
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you have your very own number
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#633
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Richard the third in the white house
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#634
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empty souls will stand alone shivering like black eyed dogs
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#635
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Stub cigarettes out on my arm
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#636
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motown junk a life time of slavery
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#637
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Yes I have money but I hate champagne
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#638
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(Sorry to derail for a second, but there are so many manics lyrics starting with 'I', and hardly any words ending in 'i', and I never realised before how many words end in e, r, s and d)
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#639
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Each day living out a lie
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#640
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Effigies are sold
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#641
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Despair seeps through and cuts our eyes
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#642
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Shards oh shards the androgony fails
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#643
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Subvert, destroy, beat derelict
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#644
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the gap that grows between our lives
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#645
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Skin never sweating dignity
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