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Fit to flatline

flatline flatline
everybody’s lost time
flatline fast crime
find fault- all mine

now repeat after me
what a shock it was
no respect left to see
and don’t ask because

spent kids, spent kids,
can’t you pay the rent kids
smashed lids low bids
can’t expect the best ends

now you see what I say
what a thing to go do
making summer from hay
and lies that are true

word up word up
you can’t just make the words work
lost rules last fools
left behind in fine murk

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