Primus
Primus - Eleven lyrics
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Into society I have no hope for this dim Simplicity of law and order By whose rules I see no rhyme in the reason I hold no hope for this holy treason Of love and so soft By whose standards They tell me, they tell me Who are they, who is they ---------------------------------
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Publisher: Interscope Records, Sturgeon
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