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I've seen your kind before
You're the type that thinks souls is sold in a store
Packaged up with incense sticks
With them vegetarian meals
To you that's righteous
And its gone; gone, going,
Gone, everything gone, give a damn;
Gone be the birds when they don't want to sing,
Gone people,all awkward with their things... gone.
You're the type that thinks souls is sold in a store
Packaged up with incense sticks
With them vegetarian meals
To you that's righteous
And its gone; gone, going,
Gone, everything gone, give a damn;
Gone be the birds when they don't want to sing,
Gone people,all awkward with their things... gone.
