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1. |
| 4:24 | ||||
karma police
arrest this man he talks in maths he buzzes like a fridge he's like a detuned radio karma police arrest this girl her hitler hairdo is making me feel ill and we have crashed her party this is what you get this is what you get this is what you get when you mess with us karma police i've given all i can it's not enough i've given all i can but we're still on the payroll this is what you get this is what you get this is what you get when you mess with us for a minute there i lost myself i lost myself be for a minute there i lost myself i lost myself i lost myself i lost myself be for a minute there i lost myself i lost myself |
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2. |
| 5:19 | ||||
i am the key to the lock
in your house that keeps your toys in the basement and if you get too far inside you'll only see my reflection Thom definitely does NOT sing this i am the pick in the ice do not cry out or hit the alarm You know we are friends till we die either way you turn i'll be there open up your skull i'll be there climbing up the walls it's always best when the light is off it's always better on the outside fifteen blows to the back of your head fifteen blows to your mind So I'd lock the kids in safe tonight shut the eyes in the cupboard I've got the smell of a local man who's got the loneliest feeling that either way you turn I'll be there open up your skull I'll be there climbing up the walls climbing up the walls climbing up the walls |
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3. |
| 6:25 | ||||
i am the key to the lock
in your house that keeps your toys in the basement and if you get too far inside you'll only see my reflection Thom definitely does NOT sing this i am the pick in the ice do not cry out or hit the alarm You know we are friends till we die either way you turn i'll be there open up your skull i'll be there climbing up the walls it's always best when the light is off it's always better on the outside fifteen blows to the back of your head fifteen blows to your mind So I'd lock the kids in safe tonight shut the eyes in the cupboard I've got the smell of a local man who's got the loneliest feeling that either way you turn I'll be there open up your skull I'll be there climbing up the walls climbing up the walls climbing up the walls |