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I need something ultraclean
Plastic strap around the meat man, cutting off his will to die
The moment looks inside us all, but time is fast and so am II need something ultraclean, something with a twist
Turn the future into the past so I don't exist
Oh my soul, I sold it for a chance
Anger takes the short cut, cuts his soul with Coca-
Cola
Tears are anger's alibi, here's his chance to get colder
I need something ultraclean, something with a twist
Turn the future into the past so I don't exist
Oh my soul, I sold it for a chance
I need something ultraclean
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