| Poor misshapen hairless beast
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| A son of man and lie
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| Awake and self aware
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| And that makes you afraid to die
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| I will not place my belief
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| In all that I am told
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| Your Santa Claus is not coming
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| To collect on my soul
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| What is out there nobody knows
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| So bury me dead and plant a rose
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| Feel my time it’s slipping away
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| So much to do, still much to say
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| We are undermined, our lives are cheapened
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| By sensationalism and violence
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| Our flag to fly our flag to fly
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| We are all undermined
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| You don’t want to see
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| You don’t want to know, I don’t
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| You don’t want to see
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| You don’t want to know, I won’t
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| You don’t want to see
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| You don’t want to know, I don’t
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| You don’t want to see
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| You don’t want to know, I won’t
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| You don’t want to see
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| You don’t want to know, I don’t
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| You don’t want to see
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| You don’t want to know, I won’t
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| You don’t want to see
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| You don’t want to know, I don’t
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| You don’t want to see
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| You don’t want to know, I won’t
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| I will not place my belief
|
| In all that I am told
|
| Your Santa Claus is not coming
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| To collect on my soul
|
| What is out there nobody knows
|
| So bury me dead and plant a rose
|
| Feel my time it’s slipping away
|
| So much to do, still much to say
|
| We are undermined, our lives are cheapened
|
| By sensationalism and violence
|
| Our flag to fly our flag to fly
|
| We are all undermined
|
| You don’t want to see
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| You don’t want to know, I don’t
|
| You don’t want to see
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| You don’t want to know, I won’t
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| You don’t want to see
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| You don’t want to know, I don’t
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| You don’t want to see
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| You don’t want to know |