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What, no, not another set of teethTo worry and bite and stop all sleep.What, no, not another set of teethWill the sadness book never be complete.We sit in pubs and talk of times Of groups we knew and all the signsOf war and money, oppression and moreWhat, no, not another set of teethEach crisis bites, but not so deepWhat, no, not another set of teethAnd through the shadows we always creepWe say hello to what we wantAnd stop all sores and irritantsNice clear skin and perfect teethWhat, no, not another set of teethTo worry and bite and stop all sleepWhat, no, not another set of teethThis sadness will never be completeWe sit in pubs and talk of times Of groups we knew and all the signsOf war and money, oppression and more From Letras Mania