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Adam Antwe are guilty, we are beyond hopewe beg to differ, we are a terminal casepress darlings, press darlings, press darlingspress darlings, press darlingswe depress the press, darlingswe're on the outside, but we're not looking inwe are the vaseline gang, don't play your little gamespress darlings, press darlings, press darlingspress darlings, press darlingswe depress the press, darlingsand if evil be the food of geniusthere aren't many demons aroundif passion ends in fashionnick kent / bushell is the best-dressed man in townare we different? - nowe are exactly the samethere are no boxes for usthe ones you love to hate - so read on!
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