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I/O Can you feel the fever It's in the air, it's in the river It's in your town, it's in your clutter It's in your barn, it's in the gutter They call it Raving in the circus and in the bellies of berserkers That's what we're up against, baby, up against You are too fat, you are too thin You are too white We need more black people for the next episode We're sorry, you're overqualified Stop war We come in peace Oil price skyrocketed last Wednesday Take responsibility Kill less animals Your words matter You don't Wake up at 5 am Exchange your time for labour Be good God will love you, someday Severed heads up high, a good time to stay low Severed heads up high, yeah Can't you feel the fever It's in the air, it's in the river It's in the annals of the future It's on the cleaver of the butcher Selling nations by the dollar Turning moron into scholar It's what we're up against, baby, up against BTC ETH XRP LTC DOGE SHIB GRT APE UNI
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