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• Artiste: Manmade God
• Titre: Pulp
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The killers lost the beat I just call them futile They can't cry to me 'cause I'm sittin' on the top of the world as I wave them all goodbye The system's lost in me I just call it futile They can't cry to me 'cause they're slippin off the edge of the world as I wave them all goodbye Ice caps and vanity melt into a chewy pulp.... While everyone is dancin' round like there ain't nothin' wrong Ice caps and vanity melt into a chewy pulp.... While everyone is dancin' round like there ain't nothin' wrong Not me, I've planned my own demise Not me, I've planned my own demise Not me, I've planned my own demise Not me, I've planned my own demise Oh, demise, demise, oh, demise... The killers lost the beat I just call them futile And that's not pain to me 'cause I'm sittin' on the top of the world as I wave them all goodbye