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| Sell the kids for food Weather changes moods Spring is here again Reproductive glands He's the one who likes all our pretty songs And he likes to sing along And he likes to shoot his gun But he knows not what it means And I say aahh We can have some more Nature is a whore Bruises on the fruit Tender age in bloom |
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