Yin / Post-Yin
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Call me Anna, velociraptor.
Excuse my manner, I'm having such a bad day.
I woke this morning with expectations
Of gaining nothing; I've learned to trust my instincts.
The white man claims that he's in love.
Does anybody doubt him?
The white man claims that he's in love.
Does anybody doubt his words?
But those tans are a curse, 'cause they promise so much health.
And how far can you rise on borrowed Sellotape?
But it's on pause, it's on pause, for the pterodactyl's claws.
It's on pause, it's on pause, for the pterodactyl.
Oh yes it is.
Call me Brutus, brontosaurus.
It's just for Christmas, I'm going back to college.
Though I am just a, a massive lizard,
I am not stupid. I understand how it works.
The white man claims that he can fly.
Does anybody doubt him?
The white man claims that he can fly.
Does anybody doubt his words?
And those songs, they are real. But they do not play for you.
So dance to them once, then throw them to the wind.
But it's on pause, it's on pause, for the pterodactyl's claws.
It's on pause, it's on pause, for the pterodactyl.
Good people know (Good people know!)
You take the money (money!), treasures (treasures!), glamourous bones (friends!)
Then throw them together, and see what we have left.
Yeeeeeeeaaaaaah!
Good people know (Good people know!)
You take the money (money!), treasures (treasures!), glamourous bones (friends!)
Then throw them together, and see what we have left.
Yeeeeeeeaaaaaah!
Good people know (Good people know!)
You take the money (money!), treasures (treasures!), glamourous bones (friends!)
Then throw them together, and see what we have left.
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