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oh do we try
do we ever try!
we are urban
super people on the move
turn off the phone
and turn the music to eleven
this is crucial
to us all now lets get up
What did they tell you?
Just that i should pay attention
Now everybody
Lift up your head and stomp your feet!
Therapy, Exhaustion
Therapy, Exhaustion
Therapy, Im exhausted
Therapy
Instead of getting ready
why don't you force yourself to sleep
Night clubs, "why not?"
Okay lets party
Have you been paying attention?
No what were you saying?
This is crucial
Do as we say and don't look up
Stop asking questions
And please just do as I tell you
You need therapy
Okay go ahead and sign me up
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Don't you feel so impressed
With the push up chest
Just one canny move
And we'll take all the rest
Lets see you explain
The socially plain
It makes it easier to hang
Oh hey i'm a rockstar
Oh cool i'm an artist
I dance at Pumps
I'm Friends with models
We are what we wear
Wouldn't it be nice
living in the highlife
It would be so hip
Getting burnt from starlights
Good choice on the rags
Black tights ect.
Good choice on the brags
Shooting up with drags
Oh hey i'm a rockstar
Oh cool i'm an artist
I dance at Pumps
I'm Friends with models
We are what we wear
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Sauna Heat - DEAD AGAIN
03:30
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Stop that - I'm just tryin' to find out why my mind is dyin' for you.
Well, call a cab, cuz you ain't stayin.
Leave me be, I can't be sinnin' with you.
I know where I'm going, I know where I'm going, I know where I'm going.
Cuz I'm dead again, dead again, dead again, uh huh.
Stop that - I'm just tryin' to find out why my mind is dyin' for you.
Well, I find out that you're not a Christian.
Leave me be, I can't be sinnin' with you.
Well, turns out you don't love Jesus.
Turn my back, cuz you're not one of us.
I won't sin, I'm still believin'
Born again, starts a new life.
Stop that, I'm only kissin'.
The bible's tellin' me what I'll be missin.
Mark, Matthew, John, and Luke
Four dudes who make me wanna puke.
Leave me be, leave me be, leave me be.
Let me find my way out of this misery.
I know where I'm going, I know where I'm going, I know where I'm going.
Cuz I'm dead again, dead again, dead again, dead again, dead again, dead again.
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Wake up Sunday morn, at the crack of dawn
Feelin' holy, make sure that the lights are on.
Dressin' in my best.
Laying it to rest.
No solemn vow, will get ascension somehow.
Missed it Thursday night, hope my robe fits right.
No choir practice. No blessed light shines down upon us.
On my knees, come to, turn around - are the lights still on
You skipped communion.
And you skipped, ya skipped the tithe.
So are you...are you....are you still one of us?
Brainwash them!
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