He took on a shade of green long ago.
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and many a fool along the way have been lost to this.
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i know you can't afford to be wrong. and we can't either.
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we want it back. i can't afford to lose you. but that's not what this is about.
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if love ever had a second name it's attachment.
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and if you had an ounce of common sense you would be witness to this.
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but try your best not to be of this world.
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fly with the rest of your glassy eyed angels.
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straight to heaven gate
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and don't forget your spare change to horde and render useless.
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gold was always more valuable than bread in the stomachs of the starving.
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and you dare say i'm godless (filthy) less evolved,
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sure to be stuck in my rut.
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well i say you're gutless. the first in line to be our rip off artist.
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the first to change your name to push more product.
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we finally got it back from the clutches of absurdity.
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and our bond is measured by nothing.
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no books, no rounds, no quotas,
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and certainly not by how many units sold.
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i tell you krishna's dead to me along with my love for extremes.
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i tell you krishna's dead! so tell me to go to hell for all i care.
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life without love is no different.
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i've been there and it offered no hope.
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dead is dead.
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My Love For Extremes
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