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| [verse 1] Down in the funeral procession, I see a guy/ My lips are trembling, so are yours/ I can't find out the reason behind/ I see a panoramic view, but I can't seperate truth from fiction | |
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| [chorus] Jux, the new household cleaner. I'll murder your family. / I can't seem to eat Chinese food without a sudden lapse in metricity. | |
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| [verse 2] You and I are just sitting alone/ When the lights go out, ghosts appear/ I go through time, lost and lonely/ I can't seem to get the top off this bottle | |
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| [chorus 2] Jux, the new service professional. I'll extricate your beliefs. / I can't seem to watch Japanese shows without a burst of pedophilia. | |
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| [verse 3] red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red. so guys what did you think of my lyrics | |
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| kind of like nu-metal meets something even worse than nu-metal | |
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