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You must be sane to realise
People perform in paradise
Excuse me if I make you low
Got to go fast, can not take it slow
Pathetic way of life
Why can't I service my soul
I cant control
That nothing grows
Pathetic way of life
Why can't I service my soul
I cant control
That nothing grows
Kill me for what I used to say
I perform like people I used to hate
Beg me for what I used to do
What I did, what I do, I belive it's true
Pathetic way of life
Why can't I service my soul
I cant control
That nothing grows
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