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. You speak and make time stand still. And each time walk right on by? Like violence you have me, forever, and after. Like violence you kill me, forever, and after Can't count all the eyes that stare
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you make, you make, you make it easy like a zephyr. You're still just the way I remember. Tonight I just wanna hit reverse. Chorus. Been a year since we finished. Baby, me and you, we vintage. But
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. Sorry people, party people. This ain't kids music Nope, this is violence. (Violence, violence). This is violence. (Violence). Violence The champ is back. (Yup). This is my anthem track. (Yup
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My violence is a dream. A 'Real Dream'. A skinny arm. A crush on living sin My violence is a sleeping head. Nodding out to rising bliss. I left home for experience. Carved 'Suck For Honesty' on
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through with you until I need a round of. Everytime I spend myself it never runs too low, woah. I can't escape my need for *** and violence. Never meant you see them hand in hand. One is just the other
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Song Violence - Mott The Hoople. I'm a missing link, poolroom stink, I can't talk. (Well that's too bad). What's going on, something's wrong, I can't work. Can't go to school, the teacher's a fool
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No no need for a baseball bat. Don't need no knife for a sharp attack. No excuses no looking back. We think too much about the things we lack. This neo violence pure self-defiance. This neo
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with a toy, did you get the joy? yeah, it was you, oh, i know it was you and you seem so helpless, god knows you just want to be cool. you give me ***, ***, *** and * the violence ***, ***, *** *
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. Ive tried, Ive tried. But she always seems to know We dont make sense. Love and violence. We dont make sense. Love and violence We dont make sense. Love and violence. We dont make sense. Love and
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. Ive tried, Ive tried. But she always seems to know We dont make sense. Love and violence. We dont make sense. Love and violence We dont make sense. Love and violence. We dont make sense. Love and