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Spastica Lyrics

"And we will all enjoy ourselves...
You have got to enjoy your music,
Else there's no point in doing it. Okay?
One, two, three, four..."
A morbid fascination with all things in extreme.
A limited sport will leave its spot on me.
Early in the morning, I've given up on sleep.
I'm in need of attention, but all I hear is my heart beat.
His spastic aspirations will make a man of me.
Brought him for displaying such sensitivity.
Monsters of the present are the monsters of the past.
Took a look in your lyric book, your head's right up your a***.
It's unbelievable, the way you got it all,
It seems improbable.
The inner city fauna is crying 'round your feet.
I never really noticed how your eyebrows seemed to meet.
In perpetual fear of being swallowed whole.
Beached in the suburbs in the body of a whale.
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