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There is no ardor that you know Where is the axiom that we're owed? And how do you fucking sleep? You haven't missed a wink There is no allegiance where you go Your sure-fire "mandates" are theoretical 'Cause you're anti- anti- antithetic to the cure You're anti- anti- antithetic to the cure So "an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure" This mortal solution, are you sure? How do you fucking sleep? You haven't missed a wink There is no honor where you are Your sure-fire carte blanche is theoretical 'Cause you're anti- anti- antithetic to the cure You're anti- anti- antithetic to the cure Anti- anti- antithetic to the cure Anti- anti- antithetic to the cure! From Letras Mania