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There must be something we can eat
Maybe find another lover
Should I fly to los angeles
Find my asshole brother
Minnie(? ) mouse has grown up a cow
Dave’s on sale again
We kissy kiss in the rear view
We’re so bored
You’re to blame
Try to see it once my way
Everything zen
Everything zen
I don’t think so
Raindogs howl for the century
A million dollars a steak
As you search for your demi-god
And you fake with a saint
There’s no sex in your violence
There’s no sex in your violence
Try to see it once my way
Everything zen
Everything zen
I don’t think so
I don’t believe that elvis is dead
I don’t believe that elvis is dead
I don’t believe that elvis is, elvis is
There’s no sex in your violence
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