Hint
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Answer
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And I don't want you and I don't need you / Don't bother to resist, or I'll beat you
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The Beautiful People
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And I'm a black rainbow / And I'm an ape of god / I got a face that's made for violence upon
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Disposable Teens
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I peek into the hole, I struggle for control / The children love the show / But they fail to see the anguish in my eyes / Fail to see the anguish in my eyes
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Dope Hat
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There's lots of pretty, pretty ones / That want to get you high / But all the pretty, pretty ones / Will leave you low and blow your mind
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The Dope Show
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Nothing suffocates you more / Than the passing of everyday human events / And isolation is the oxygen mask / You make your children breathe in to survive
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The Fight Song
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I eat innocent meat / The housewife I will beat / The pro-life I will kill / What you won't do I will
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Get Your Gunn
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She reminds me of the one in school / When I was cuttin' / She was dressed in white / And I couldn't take my eyes off her / But that's not what I took off that night
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Heart-Shaped Glasses (When the Heart Guides the Hand)
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Norm life baby "we're white and oh so hetero and our sex is missionary" / Norm life baby "we're quitters and we're sober, our confessions will be televised"
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I Don't Like the Drugs (But the Drugs Like Me)
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6 a.m. Christmas morning. / No shadows, no reflections here / Lying cheek to cheek / In your cold embrace
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If I Was Your Vampire
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I am so all-American, I'll sell you suicide / I am totalitarian, I've got abortions in my eyes
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Irresponsible Hate Anthem
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Let's grab a gold switchblade / And make us a blood pact, babe
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Kill4Me
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The big bully try to stick his finger in my chest / Try to tell me, tell me he's the best / But I don't really give a good goddamn
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Lunchbox
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We are the things of shapes to come / Your freedom's not free and dumb / This depression is great / The deformation age, they know my name / Waltzing to scum and base and married to the pain
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mOBSCENE
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Today I'm dirty / I want to be pretty / Tomorrow, I know, I'm just dirt
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The Nobodies
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Feeling unknown and you're all alone / Flesh and bone by the telephone / Lift up the receiver I'll make you a believer
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Personal Jesus
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All simple monkeys with alien babies / Amphetamines for boys / And Crucifixes for ladies
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Rock is Dead
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They slit our throats / Like we were flowers / And our milk has been devoured
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The Speed of Pain
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Some of them want to use you / Some of them want to get used by you / Some of them want to abuse you / Some of them want to be abused
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Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This)
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Sometimes I feel I've got to / Run away I've got to / Get away / From the pain that you drive into the heart of me
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Tainted Love
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She's made of hair and bone and little teeth / Things that cannot speak / She comes on like a crippled plaything / Spine is just a string
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Tourniquet
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