
Shake Well Songtext
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Music, it kills your brain cells
So please turn this off my son
And write poetry
Of birds and pretty things
Flowers and whores
Don't mean a thing to me
They represent everything I hate
Your beliefs are slowly dying
Why even bother
Putting up with this
Just to come and feel it
Flowers and whores
Don't mean a thing to me
They represent everything I hate
So just stop trying
So please turn this off my son
And write poetry
Of birds and pretty things
Flowers and whores
Don't mean a thing to me
They represent everything I hate
Your beliefs are slowly dying
Why even bother
Putting up with this
Just to come and feel it
Flowers and whores
Don't mean a thing to me
They represent everything I hate
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