You weren't always fly ing low
All the beauty in your soul
You were too young and not so bold
To start a family on your own,
Free to do or don't, fight for someone else
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
You've got nowhere else to go
Nothing to pack, nothing to store,
False eyelashes, tons of cream,
real- life girls and nudity
There's always work, see,
Free to do or don't do as you were told
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah,
The secret is stamped on you
The secret is stamped on you
Sinked with every sinking boat
There's a sadness in your soul,
an open wound you can't control
And even worse than labor pays,
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