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from the mind of one sick animal who can't tell the difference

and gets stupified

I've been waiting my whole life for just one fuck

And all I needed was just one fuck

How can you say that you don't give a fuck

I find myself stupified, coming back again

All I wanted was just one fuck

One tiny little innocent fuck

And when I feel like I'm shit out of luck

I find my stupified, coming back again

why, do you like playing around with

My, narrow scope of reality

I, can feel it all start slipping

I think I'm breaking down

Why, do you like playing around with

My, narrow scope of reality

I, can feel it all start slipping away

See but I don't get it

Don't you think maybe we could put it on credit

Don't you think it can take control when I don't let it

I get stupified

It's all the same you say

Live with it

See but I don't get it

Don't you think maybe we could put it on credit

Don't you think it can take control when I don't let it

I get stupified

All the people in the left wing rock

And all the people in the right wing rock

And all the people in the underground rock

I find myself stupified, coming back again

All the people in the high rise rock

And all the people in the projects rock

And all la gente in the barrio rock

I find myself stupified, coming back again

Why, do you like playing around with

My, narrow scope of reality

I, can feel it all start slipping

I think I'm breaking down

Why, do you like playing around with

from the mind of one sick animal who can't tell the difference

and gets stupified

I've been waiting my whole life for just one fuck

And all I needed was just one fuck

How can you say that you don't give a fuck

I find myself stupified, coming back again

All I wanted was just one fuck

One tiny little innocent fuck

And when I feel like I'm shit out of luck

I find my stupified, coming back again

why, do you like playing around with

My, narrow scope of reality

I, can feel it all start slipping

I think I'm breaking down

Why, do you like playing around with

My, narrow scope of reality

I, can feel it all start slipping away

See but I don't get it

Don't you think maybe we could put it on credit

Don't you think it can take control when I don't let it

I get stupified

It's all the same you say

Live with it

See but I don't get it

Don't you think maybe we could put it on credit

Don't you think it can take control when I don't let it

I get stupified

All the people in the left wing rock

And all the people in the right wing rock

And all the people in the underground rock

I find myself stupified, coming back again

All the people in the high rise rock

And all the people in the projects rock

And all la gente in the barrio rock

I find myself stupified, coming back again

Why, do you like playing around with

My, narrow scope of reality

I, can feel it all start slipping

I think I'm breaking down

Why, do you like playing around with

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