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they say please
give me something to hate
she says plaese
give me something to relate to
the queen is dead
no longer a head
no longer the one
to carry on
just another sell out they say
but do they know
just another victim she was
heard it on the radio
they say please
give me something to hate
she says plaese
give me something to relate to
the queen is dead
no longer a head
no longer the one
to carry on
just another sell out they say
but do they know
just another victim she was
heard it on the radio
and many, many times we survived
we are soulsurvivors
just another sell out they say
but do they know
just another victim she was
heard it on the radio
we are soulsurvivors
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Hard times come let them be
Mark that stone who is she?
Leave this town on your own
Take this sound to where you roam
If this could ever make you free my love
Then that's the way that it should be above
the sky is telling you to stay inside
and that's the way it should be
Watch these men on the ground
Feel this rain come tumbling down
All those dreams washed away
Change your ways let the children play
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Soon, you will know
How I was, why I came
And why I've gone
Soon, you will know
Why I did what I've done
This is a freedom song
Free
Freedom song
You, don't belong
More to me than me to you
This is a freedom song
Free
Freedom song?
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It's the way you pick your clothes off the floor
It's the way you scratch your skin when you yawn
It's the t-shirts that you choose like you're in the Air Force
Yeah the language that you use reacts like chemicals
Obsessions in my head
Don't connect with my intellect
It's called obsession
Can you handle it
It's connected to the hip sounds
And it moves with the underground
It's called obsession
When you're around
It's the way you close the doors of my car
It's the stupid things you bought with my credit card
It's the way you don't read Camus or Brett Easton Ellis
Yeah the TCP you use, it stings when we kiss
Obsessions in my head
Don't connect with my intellect
It's called obsession
Can you handle it
It's connected to the hip sounds
And it moves with the underground
It's called obsession
When you're around
Obsessions is like sex
It's simple and complex
It's called obsession
Can you handle it
It's connected to the hip sounds
And it moves with the underground
It's called obsession
When you're around
* TCP is a liquid antiseptic"
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