Be an instrument of hate
Break the little ones
Break the little ones
There is always one
Gotta try and be different
Crazy cousin Hank
Gotta try and be different
Crazy cousin Hank
My life is a flash
The little lights are a blur
And yes, I Love it.
The little lights are a blur
And yes, I Love it.
Its very cold here
But its beautiful, I think
I cant really tell
But its beautiful, I think
I cant really tell
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