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ADefiFnitely, this is the wDrong place toG be
TheFre's blCood on the futon,
TheEre's aA kid drinkin' fire.
Goin' down to the seFa,
They goDt people Gto meet,
ShFakiCn' hands with themselves,
Lookin' out for themselves.
WChen theFy ask you for crediGt,
FGive them Ca branch.
CWhen theFy want youG to get it,
FChew on the Cgrass.
I know,E I know F
'Cause tDhey told me Gto tell you
There's nothiFng to tell yoCu,
ThEere's nothAing to sell you.
AIn tFhe afternoon, riding Dthe scapegoatG,
BurFning eqCuipment, decomposing.
CooEl off Ayour jets,
Take off your sweaFts,
I got aD funny feGeling
ThFey Cgot plastic in the afterlife.
WChen theFy want you tGo cry,
FLeap into Cthe sky.
CWhen theFy suck youGr mind,
FLike a pigeoCn you fly.
I know,E I know, F
It's theD positive peoGple
Running from Ftheir tCime
LoEoking for Asome feeling.
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