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I’ll keep you close and I’ll find a new fix
By the sweep of your brow, in 76'
Caribbean chick under no control
Gang thuggin' clappin' on the stereo
It’s 94 and we’re in the shade
Train in the station with a slight delay
Seasons burden, fine but stings like a bee
Over too close is where I wanna be
I don’t care what you do
I don’t care what you say
I don’t care what is it
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The click clack cans of Coca-Cola
Sounds like a soundtrack from Morricone
See the bird of Christ free on the breeze
The livers of Odin blowing grace, unease
The pain reverberates mice in here
The warrior’s wounded, the nazi’s dead
Caribbean chick under no control
Gang thuggin' clappin' on the stereo
I don’t care what you do
I don’t care what you say
I don’t care what is it
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I don’t care what you do
I don’t care what you say
I don’t care what is it
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I don’t care what you do
I don’t care what you say
I don’t care what is it
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