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I open my mouth to talk about me
I'll follow you around
I'll talk about me
Boring stories, I talk about me
I never understand
Nobody wants to hear it
Born Annoying
Another slow numb
Another saying
Deaf-mute dancing
I bore some lady
Let me tell you
Let me talk some
About my girl about complexion
Born Annoying
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Best selling advice now you're famous
Fortune earned, this time it's painless
Light's out, show them your peaceful grin
Confess, step up and shed your sin
Say you don't hate
You fix your smile painlessly
Your face, strain you can't recognize
So sad pushing that nervous state
Your brain, you lost it you can't get in
Say you don't hate
Colors vibrate in me
He sings about me
Rock gods aura found TV
Inner glow shit, peaceful harmony
Turn your happy camp away from me
Rainbow bodies vibrate, so absurd
Thanks for your concern you saved the world
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What are you doing watching family TV?
Inviting Jesus you're singing to me
Twelve again now it's Geisha-to-go and go
Shit, shower, shave, sit and watch the show
Young man waiting for a pig heart
Might die tomorrow or get a brand new start
My unemployment check must be lost in the mail
No life without it, It's the last on sale
Get a life
Color scheme, say you discussed
Cherry pop tart frosting now I dress you up
Sit down little doggie, mouth open real wide
Dream a big plate dinner, fill you up inside
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Tone of the repressed, enthusiastic anchor
Local "bite" saved a worm
The aim to sate then
Thank 'em
Taken
Another gimmick to reach your
Need to consume
Sentimental appeal try a
Sand lagoon
Taken
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I could have swore I gave my wedding ring to you
Among the chewing gears you taunt me tear
Elements are still alive, shake from ear to ear
Pez are gonna let it slide, gonna burn
What cotton decides are appellee
My main oven drive he took from
under what's come over me.
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That's the logical explanation
Destruction might assume charge or feed belief
Passing time again, fun out on the street
That's still juvenile preoccupation
Standing buttholes, the line goes down the block
Familiarity is more convincing
Funds available erect the monument
Dead is dead I guess
What's the cost of a head?
That fills your head but you're good for that
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Primitive feeling, primitive way
Getting closer to the primitive day
Intuition wherever it goes
The primitive day, the primitive way
Primitive feeling, primitive way
Getting closer to the primitive day
Follow the feeling wherever it goes
The primitive day, the primitive way
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