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D.R.I. - Plastique lyrics
I think of things that bring people down I'm the type of person no one wants around Everyone stares at me wherever I go They all suck, what do they know? They're living inside a designer world A fresh and clean pretty little world Reality to them is a new pair of shoes And trying ten pair before they choose I think of things that bring people down Out of the clouds and back to the ground Where the fish lie belly up in black water Where the boy next door is fucking your dog Your living inside a plastique world Slick and modern pseudo world Where what you want is what you get Package after package of plastique shit |
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